When the wind blows, I am whispering in your ear
When the thunder rolls, it's my mournful cry because you are not near
When the rain falls, each drop a tear
All because your not here
Each one of these a gift from me to you
Beth and becca poem II (no title)
When I saw you walk out that door,
I thought my life was over, for sure
I think, maybe you
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