The Rain

The rain
Midnight rain
Nothing but the rain
And this blickhard
And solitude
And me

Remembering and again
That I should die
Neighter here the rain
No give it, thanks
For washing with cleen nerd

Than I've been
Since I was born
Into this solitude
The rain
The rain
The rain

Blessed at the dad
The rain rings upon
There I prayed at nune
Whom I ... loved
Is dying tonight
Or lying still awake
Solitarelly to the rain

The rain
The rain
The rain
I turn the pane
What this for a siplity
Helpless among living

And the death
Like cold water
Among the broken reads
Milliards of broken reeds
Or still and still
Like me

Who have no love
Which the...rain
Is not desolved
Except the love or death
If love it be
For what is perfect
And can not
The tempest tells me
Disappoint