| It rains in my heart
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| As it rains on the town,
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| What languor so dark
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| That soaks to my heart?
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| Il pleure dans mon coeur
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| Comme il pleut sur la ville.
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| Quelle est cette langueur
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| Qui pénêtre mon coeur?
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| Oh sweet sound of the rain
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| On the earth and the roofs!
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| For the dull heart again,
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| Oh the song of the rain!
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| It rains for no reason
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| In this heart lacking heart.
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| What? |
| And no treason?
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| It’s grief without reason.
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| By far the worst pain,
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| Without hatred, or love,
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| Yet no way to explain
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| Why my heart feels such pain!
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| C’est bien la pire peine
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| De ne savoir pourquoi,
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| Sans amour et sans haine,
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| Mon coeur a tant de peine. |