Now you're left alone,
You're lost in the rain,
And no one will hear you cry,
And no one will dry your tears.
What does it matter,
If flowers are fading,
As much as your hope?
And what should it mean,
If nothing's gonna end,
As happy as a dream?
But whenever there's a sotrm,
Full of darkness and thunder,
There's always a sunshine,
The real source of a rainbow.
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