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Rain On Her Lips
Oh, that morning dew on her lips.
Taste of her I long on my lips.
Let it be known to her,
that she is special to me.
Oh, that morning rain from her eyes.
Sight of her tears of joy in her eyes.
Let it be known to her,
that she can cry before me.
Taste of her I long on my lips.
Let it be known to her,
that she is special to me.
Oh, that morning rain from her eyes.
Sight of her tears of joy in her eyes.
Let it be known to her,
that she can cry before me.
Published 29th Mar 2025
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