Six a.m morning,
the overnight rain hangs to the sky.
Fourth,fifth and sixth chances,
Patterns in wood and water.
Giant puddles ripple in the breeze,
Echoes of koels ring around you.
Take them.Make them.
The drive home,
peace settles on your brow.
'Here comes the sun',
and everything will be allright.
the overnight rain hangs to the sky.
Fourth,fifth and sixth chances,
Patterns in wood and water.
Giant puddles ripple in the breeze,
Echoes of koels ring around you.
Take them.Make them.
The drive home,
peace settles on your brow.
'Here comes the sun',
and everything will be allright.
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