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• Artiste: Win Peter Winters
• Titre: Rain
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The Rain it slowly comes The rain it beats and drums On my roof and my window, calling to me thunder it rattles and hums As thousands of beating drums Deafening, shattering, clattering, toppling trees This voice it rings like a bell Where it comes from I can’t tell Coaxing me out to, coaxing me out to the sea. Outside the rain stings my face For the rain has come to erase The rain is coming to claim me Night it swallows whole From innocent hands it stole Carried off in the distance above the trees I gather up all of my strength And strip off my clothes at the bank As I cast myself out to the sea Her voice still clear in my mind My heart it starts to unwind thrashing and churning my part with the sea