under the tired shelter we huddle
watching the rain slash
the wind a screaming banshee
our bodies shivering
and hearts soaring free
she's screaming for us, my love
she's screaming for you and me
in time this wind will slacken
in time this rain will cease
in time there'll be just mellow drops
that shine upon broken leaves
and then left alone under that tired awning
when no one's left to see
my tears will fall and i will rage
for you, my love, and me
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