Patience.
The rain,
the rain,
the rain.
How people fear,
fear the rain.
Unaware of the bow that comes,
they choose to hide, they choose to run.
I'll stand patiently and oh so wet.
For the bow to come,
come again.
the rain,
the rain.
How people fear,
fear the rain.
Unaware of the bow that comes,
they choose to hide, they choose to run.
I'll stand patiently and oh so wet.
For the bow to come,
come again.
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