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Rain on the Lake
Forty days down, got a little over fifteen to go And while this time is my friend, I swear not my foe What I leave and what I take I'll trade it all for the sound of the rain on the lake What I can see What I leave What I take I'll trade it all for the rain on the lake I gave up walking and kisses and such And I'll starve myself of anyone's touch And all these sacrifices I make I'd trade them all for the rain on the lake From my window I go ahead and love everything And while the earth is humming, I hear trees sing And all these sounds I hear the seasons make I'd trade them all for the rain on the lake The pane of a window, and a little bit of pain from regret And all of these people I cannot forget What I leave and what I take I'd trade them all for the rain on the lake © André Villoch
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