i always do
your voice on the breeze
and in the rain too
you echo through
silent halls
love penetrating
crumbling walls
i can hear the rain
pouring down outside
so i run to the fields
cold water chasing me
and tears crashing all around
and in this dream
there is more to this
more to us
your voice so crisp
joining the thunder
with each shout
as i cower backward
your voice grows louder
so i run to the fields
where you're lying there
you look to my eyes
cold water pouring
through your hair
and i am lost once again
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