I hear the drizzle of the rain
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Like a memory it falls
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Soft and warm continuing
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Tapping on my roof and walls
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My mind's distracted and confused
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My thoughts are many miles away
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They lie with you when you're asleep
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Kiss you when you start the day
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And as I watch the drops of rain
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Weave their weary paths and die
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I know that I am like the rain
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There before the grace of you go I
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Kathy's Song
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| Eva Cassidy |
