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When the Cold Rain Falls
Sometimes at night, when the cold soft rain
Whispers on the window pane,
I hear her crying.
And I want to climb into her arms
And hold her tight
And tell her that it's alright
But I can't.
And when she stops and stares, but doesn't see
I want to beg her not to cry,
That it's all okay, that it's all just fine,
But I can't.
There's something I can't describe between us,
A barrier I can't see, or taste, or feel,
And we can't cross,
And we can't talk,
And we can't touch,
And I can't comfort,
And she can't understand.
When it first happened I didn't realise,
And for the first few days I didn't understand.
I thought I had done some vile thing,
Some unimaginable evil
And that she no longer loved me.
I cried a lot then,
And pleaded with her, and shouted, and screamed and
begged,
And did everything I could to get her just to notice me.
She wouldn't even look at me.
Now in the night,
When I lie in my bed,
And she in hers,
And the soft, cold rain
Whispers on the window pane,
I hear her crying.