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DROP

 Im like that drop of rain 

Wanting to stay on your window 

As you move fast in your car driving

Subsiding all the pain you're having

I want to touch you

Want to tell you you're beautiful

But you dont know my name

And I dont need to know yours

Because one look at you is all it takes

To make me feel at home, 

the peace i was lacking

To forget the self I was hiding

But you're moving fast

And its hard to be there anymore

To look at your soul for another minute even

Im drifting away, 

This rift of air is not letting me stay. 

Oh please,I wana stay

I dont wana fade away. 

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