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It looks like rain in Cherry Blossom Lane, The sun-shine of your smile's no longer there, It looks like rain in Cherry Blossom Lane, Your golden voice no longer fills the air.
The rippling notes have left the old mill-stream, There's nothing left for me but just a dream; There'd be no rain in Cherry Blossom Lane, If you were there to tell me that you care. |
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