It was a rainy day, a rainy, rainy day,
He came to meet me, with something to say,
The trees were green, washed clean with rain,
I wore his favorite color green, but not in vain,
He told me he loved how good I looked in green,
He said we matched, showing his sweater also green,
I fell in love with him that rainy, rainy day,
But it turned out that he had nothing to say,
All he said was, he was leaving tomorrow,
And even the rain couldn’t wash away my sorrow.
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