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A Sunday Afternoon Dreaming-Rain for You
When streaming rain obscures your window pane
You want to be alone, among your thoughts
And no one knows exactly why that’s so
But yes, you are at peace this afternoon
They say the falling barometric pressure
Makes you sleepy, but the rain knows better
The drowsing rain, it wants to sing to you
And tuck you softly into a dream of love
So close your eyes, and as the little book slips
Onto your lap, the rain sighs with your lips
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