A light
That leaves my place
And I want to be my faith
I want to be my faith.
Where the sound of the rain goes
That comes down and soaks
Our souls today.
A garden, which does not grow
A gate, which ages.
Humidity
Everything covers
Humidity in my mind.
/>Where the sound of the rain goes
That comes down and soaks
Our souls
And soaks our houses.
A light
That leaves my place
And I want to be my faith
I want to be my faith.

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