Under the rain
Under the umbrella
Under her coat
Lies a golden heart
She walks in pride
She walks in joy
She walk in my heart
Her gate was a magical dance
Like a ballerina she tiptoed
Rain drops were pearls on her umbrella
Rain & wind played eternal symphony
with the rhythm of her high healed boots
with the engines of cars passing
In the rain I smell her perfume
In the wind her skirt is flying
In the wind my heart is flying
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