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Wet grass, wet clothes.

It's raining down again.

Just like how I first met you.

Squeezing these stems

I hold dear in my arms,

I thought of you

As I come to visit you.

I haven't seen you for so long,

That you may think that i have already forgotten you.

But no, my love....

Every second that I'm not with you

Felt like hell to me.