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Tripping under the acid rain our shrivled skin asunders empty pain I'm swallowed in these fears I curse my fallen tears The better cure for weeping what sweeter eyes could forever keep me Keeping inside a sad goodbye I'll never know and with a tinsel sigh you love to show your hold and love to flaunt your gold I curse my fallen tears the better cure for weeping As my frail heart bleeds I feel the moonlight breathe a taste of heaven's kiss sweet morning mist From Letras Mania