Austrian
rain
Simply not
The same.
Swift the
song
All along
Red roof,
Window
pane.
Your name,
Scattered
In the
breeze.
Carried
clouds
About,
Among the
trees,
Mountain
top,
Through my
hair.
You were
there.
Thunder,
Soft and
sweet.
Different.
Sin
And mercy
meet.
At my
window,
In my room,
Incomplete.
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