Tears.
Tears.
She draws tears on my face and blows them to life.
They roll of my cheeck and i suddenly cry.
Whispers of the wind die when i call,
Just to hear that teardrop fall.
The ink on my face washed away,
The downfall has left so there's nothing to say.
Rain isn't always what it seems to be,
Try to look harder and maybe you'll see.
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