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Rooms full of salt Fault my pluck And a poets charm so far, ever far Little stars that burn the holes in my soul And everything just feels like rain The road we're on, the things we crave And everything just feels like rain The nights I sleep, what's left to dream When everything feels like rain Drift as I dive Find the deep Out of reach of all light Stars, ever far Listless tides along the changing shore And everything just feels like rain The road we're on, the things we crave And everything just feels like rain If I should sleep, what's left to dream When everything feels like rain From Letras Mania