This autumn rain comes
on me strange
as you and I lie
beneath the ledge
hold hands and kiss
and say goodbye.
When shall I see you again:
in Winter when I am dead
or Spring when you flower
or Summer when you rise
with the waves upon the beach
and make love
to every passing eye?
No, it will be as today:
the rain drop drops
like leaves like tears
that hold our love
and all that's lost.
I shall come
as surely as Winter
and die a thousand deaths.
You too will come
and lie upon these
fallen leaves
and give me up
again.
You shall come
as you always do
dressed in pearls
and make it rain.
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