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I'm walking down the street in the rain, my umbrella high above my head, |
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High above my head. |
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Puddles along the wet sidewalks and gutters, (pitter patter) |
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Rain lightly falling from the sky (pitter patter) |
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Rain lightly falling from the sky. |
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Red and green and free design, |
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Umbrellas are in bloom, nourished by the rain. |
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I'm walking down the street in the rain, my umbrella high above my head, |
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High above my head. |
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Though the clouds, the blackness and rain |
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I see the lightning strike as though it were pain. |
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Rain falling hard on a sea of umbrellas, |
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A colorful bottomless ocean. |
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Then the wind it blows and it blows, |
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I see the umbrellas bend, they creak and they groan. |
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Gusting down alleys and through streets of cars |
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Causing unbottled unspent commotion. |
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I spy a patch of blue through a cloud, |
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A patch of blue through a shroud. |
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Hopefully umbrellas hide and shrink and close |
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As the noonday sun peeks through the clouds. |
