Tears Against the Window
The rain falls like tears against the window
They trickle down the glass and hide
Away in dark places never to be found
The tears seem different shades
As we pass through the countryside
Perhaps they are transparent
Or perhaps they seek to hide
By turning the same colour
So we never see what they truly are
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