Raining pieces of yesterday
A colored jamboree
Of mistakes I never made
The rare ones float away
To the endless places
Of my minds wanderings
I dare not ask
If these are your tortured
Memories
But then the play
Is off in another
Realm of what (I don't know)
So let it rain
Let it pour
Nevermore
A colored jamboree
Of mistakes I never made
The rare ones float away
To the endless places
Of my minds wanderings
I dare not ask
If these are your tortured
Memories
But then the play
Is off in another
Realm of what (I don't know)
So let it rain
Let it pour
Nevermore
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