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all your weather

January, 1992

you love like the rain, when you come again,
(you’re) soft as water, brushing my face,
you love like the sun, when any day is done,
then all your colors cover this place

and I know nothing better than to say
let all your weather carry me away
‘cause you love like the rain, you love like the rain…

your love is a storm, in summer when it’s warm
you shake my house and waken me,
you fall like the snow, now everything below
is blanketed so quietly

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