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It was sunny this morning When I, alone, left my home, But the robins stopped singing When the light no longer shone. Now the pain in my temples won't let me go! The clouds give up no rain to cleanse my soul! Now, as I lie in your arms, all the warmth I have known Seems to have been released in hot air, leaving me chilled to the bone. And as the clouds linger torn about things- Whether to clear or to cry against the pane, The coolness of your silence on my neck just stings, As I lie in your arms, alone and in pain; My heart breaking as I cry for the rain.