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Written by Ryan Harris
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Saturday, 29 December 2007 |
The rain falls on the rooftops,
Are these your tears, or mine?
The lightning flashes once,
A jagged, piercing line.
The wind blows through the treetops,
Is this your breath, or mine?
The moon hides behind its blanket,
Now an invisible sign.
The darkness covers all the housetops,
Are these your fears, or mine?
Uncovered in the turbid air,
These fears must take their time.
The Rain was all your tears,
The Wind was in my breath,
The Fears were ours to share,
But I still think the sky is falling.
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