Like the touch of rain she WAS
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking Malthus
have taken him by surprise:
With the love of the storm have burns,
He sings I laughs, well I know how, But Forgets
When He returns
As I Shall Not forget her 'Go now'.
Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain That Was Never shut
Before And will not open again
Read By Damian Lewis
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