I was told to stop
Planting seeds in the past
That they won't grow
But all I see in you is growth
Slowly climbing with guidance
And I am cautious of course
I know you have thorns
But I want so desperately
To see you blooming
My love your love Acid Rain Pouring down on me I raised my face Drink it in Burning My eyes my throat So parched Thirsty for any Drop
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