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I sneak outside

And tiptoe down the stairs

Past my sleeping parents

To keep them unaware


I grab my parka, yellow and blue

While racing to get to that somewhere

For I can hear the rains coming

And I must beat them there


I see his tall figure

A silhouette in the night

His handsome strong grace

In the shadowed moonlight


I run to meet him

For I was scared

He would not meet me

No matter how much he cared


Smiling up into his lovely face

The first drop falls As we embrace

And it begins to rain.

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