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The rain came down like beads |
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Bouncing on the noses of the |
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People from the train |
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A flock of salty ears |
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Sparkled in the traffic lights |
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Feet squelched soggy leaves across the grain |
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I took my love to Clifton in the rain |
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And all along the way |
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Wanderers in overcoats with |
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Collars on parade |
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And steaming in the night |
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The listeners in the Troubadour |
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Guitar player weaves a willow strain |
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I took my love to Clifton in the rain |
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Jacqueline Bisset |
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I saw your movie |
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Wondered if you really felt that way |
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Do you ever fear |
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The images of Hollywood? |
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Have you felt a shadow of its pain? |
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I thought of you in Clifton in the rain |
