The clouds are closing in upon us
And soon the rain will start
And you and I
Such stupid children
Are running in the field.
The clouds are closing in
We run and laugh yet still
With merry games and fun
We run around the pretty field
While clouds are building in.
The rain, the lightning
Punished us
For sinful childish lust
But if I must,
I'd take a thousand days of rain
To run in fields with you again.
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