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What if the rain could talk?

What if the rain could talk?

What if the rain could talk?
Would it tell you my name
Would it confirm my ever lasting existence to you

What if the rain could talk?
Would it explain to you my pain
Would it make you understand that I've never had a choice

What if the rain could talk?
Would it whisper my apology
Would my sorry finally reach your ears

What if the rain could talk?
Would it complete my story
Would I've learned you about love...anger and sadness

What if the rain would one day suddenly stop?
Would you realize, would you imagine the sun to come
Would you search for me, even when the truth is that I'm truly gone

What if I could talk?
Would you accept my decision
Would you've done what I couldn't do... to move onĀ 

Would you seek for me, look upon a bunch of beautiful roses
that symbolize me and be that little bit of sunlight that I've never felt before

Ā 

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Bernadete van d...

If the rain could talk, Roy, it would say that life is worth living. No matter how hard, how terribly hard, it is always worth living. And it would also say thatĀ 
there is love between you and the ones who have gone. Hold onto this love!
The rain would say that, Roy.

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