The drumming on the roof Grows from a whisper to a loud roar Wash away everything Please God, wash it away The bed is chilly I am in it alone but there is someone in it with me But our fire washed away long ago And I don't want to sleep I want to think of you My mystery lover We have never met, never spoken But we have written And the things you've written Made me feel like I've
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