A drop of rain, a touch of hope -- soothes us.
Bad man big bluster deserves unitary removal to satisfy honor
It sees but cannot speak cries a tear of sadness
The creeping eye of regret sees only now not tomorrow.
You two are too much.
Have I said too much?
You've said threemuch, too, and that means two more eyesful.
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A drop of rain, a touch of hope -- soothes us.
Bad man
big bluster
deserves unitary removal
to satisfy honor
It sees but cannot speak
cries a tear of sadness
The creeping eye of regret sees only now not tomorrow.
You two are too much.
Have I said too much?
You've said threemuch, too, and that means two more eyesful.