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Dead Lovers

 

My heart is the rain          falling

down on rusted cars and people

who have drown.

I have helped the      brokenhearted

to find their lonely deaths

slipping gently to the ground.

 

My hand is the fury      within

to create or destroy all hearts

with long nights and jealousy.

Directly and not          responsible

for all who dares to rise

only to fall again to their knees.

 

So distant am I, never to       touch

rain like tears from your eyes

looking for someone to blame.

I have not forgotten your      soul

standing in the storm alone

blowing kisses to the rain.

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