Nostalgic Rain

Down, they pour
Memories I can’t endure
Pain; so pure
Crying is not enough cure.

Down they pour
I think it was four
I almost conjure
But still you left me in this heavenly moor.

Down, memories pour
I remember the painful closure
Now it’s four
Same time, same day, same weather
When you left me in this heavenly moor.

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