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Raining Heart
I regard you like I must acknowledge
the puddle of mud I stepped in
while running away.
When my heart dries up
I cling to your satisfying forgiveness,
and praise the rain that falls.
Every time, I get stuck in the middle;
I can't swim in your puddle,
but seek your help.
the puddle of mud I stepped in
while running away.
When my heart dries up
I cling to your satisfying forgiveness,
and praise the rain that falls.
Every time, I get stuck in the middle;
I can't swim in your puddle,
but seek your help.
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