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UMBRELLA

She once said that I'm too free
So I'd dig through the mud for weeks
Return with a can of worms
The dust settles, the clouds are inert

She opens wide to carousel away
Out the window
Just before I could have a say
She walks in the rain

Piled in the hallway, every record I stash
But no music yet climbs up the stair
I've always enjoyed my coffee black
With a broken mug that can't be repaired

She opens wide to carousel away
Out the window
And without any cover
I'm left in the rain

And sometimes I can't hear the engine overhead
And sometimes I find that you are somewhere else
And I am already there
Always there

It's early morn, I haven't slept
I wonder where's the dream I kept
Its wilted petals fall to the floor
Will someone please close the door?