Just like it never rained before
The sky is blue, the thought is sore -
I wish I'd love, I wish I'd loved,
I wish I used those dreams I stowed.
Full of life and full of hope
Like a shadow on a rope -
Trying to learn, trying to feel
What it matters, what is real.
Are just thoughts drawn in the rain…
The mighty clown looks insane;
Insane my soul, insane my faith,
In sunshine's drops I bath.
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