
Cloudy skies
The sun dies
Gentle orchestra on my window
I have fallen far below
The moist, the tears
The parade in my ears
Are we finally sober?
Or are we sobbing?
Sliding down the glass
I swear, this is my last
Until the sun has risen
To silence my siren
This rain will drop
Sorrow won’t stop.
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