The rain keeps constantly raining,And the sky is cold and gray,And the wind in the trees keeps complainingThat summer has passed away --
The rain keeps constantly raining,And the sky is cold and gray,And the wind in the trees keeps complainingThat summer has passed away --
What if all tomorrow brings is ashes and glass, and I can't tell you child, this too shall passIf all the world were windswept, cold and grayAnd in the end there's nothing left to say.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories