In London it's raining but I'm not complaining as I walk in the grey afternoon
And under my umbrella I sing a cappella this melancholy whimsical tune
And I hope you can hear me in dreams be near me as you sleep an ocean away
And know that I love you, my every thought is of you
Oh the clouds are beginning to break

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