Raindrops begin to fall; how pretty they are!
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They look like drops of sparkling soda, stopping the town's yawning
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I count three drops and catch the big ones on my forehead
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The fifth drop is surely a little bird's mini tiara
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That's right, the seventh drop is the power line's pendant and chain
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Eight drops on my eyelashes; the ninth dances on the leaves
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I may have fallen in love; the tenth drop intrudes and I still don't know
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Though it's still faint
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This dream is a watercolor painting
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The brush that paints the rainbow
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Is right here in my heart
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Teardrops, don't fall; nobody has an umbrella
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The rain gently washes away the footprints from a second before
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Very soon, eighteen drops become polkadots, like jewels
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With the twentieth drop, I wonder if I'll know if my love will continue
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So the hands that will break up the rainclouds
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Will come from my pockets
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Though it's still faint
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This dream is a watercolor painting
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The brush that paints the rainbow
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Is right here in my heart
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So the hands that will break up the rainclouds
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Will come from my pockets
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