
On nights when your lonely, with nothing to do,
think of gentle rain, or morning dew,
all of these pleasures are given to you.
You can be alone, but never alone, as long
as you love, and your heart is your home.
On a blissful morning, under a pale blue sky,
you feel gentle rain,
and you breath a deep sigh.
In your heart you know he is thinking the same,
and looking for you, in this gentle rain.
He feels yours kisses upon his lips,
you feel his , and you touch your lips gently,
as the butterfly's kiss.
Weep no more and never alone,
we see the same rain, and sun in the storm,
as we both feel the kisses of
butterflies, upon the gentle rain.
think of gentle rain, or morning dew,
all of these pleasures are given to you.
You can be alone, but never alone, as long
as you love, and your heart is your home.
On a blissful morning, under a pale blue sky,
you feel gentle rain,
and you breath a deep sigh.
In your heart you know he is thinking the same,
and looking for you, in this gentle rain.
He feels yours kisses upon his lips,
you feel his , and you touch your lips gently,
as the butterfly's kiss.
Weep no more and never alone,
we see the same rain, and sun in the storm,
as we both feel the kisses of
butterflies, upon the gentle rain.

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