Sitting on my bed
Looking through the glass window
Crystal pouring rain
Make the leaves dance outside
I remember how we enjoyed playing
Under the pouring rain
With my childhood friends
I look down on my hand
Turning my attention
I scan the pages of the album
There I see an old photograph
I have taken three years back
I missed the smile on his face
That I long to glance
Which I know I can't able
To see for the rest of my life
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