Barefoot

Coptic Rain

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Tear after tear on my face
And this cold cold cold embrace
Memories filled with the sweetest joy
And the things we had
And they won't return, not ever again.
We both lost our ways
And will never reach the end
Hand in hand
Walking barefoot in the rain
Lonely steps, passing through empty streets
Lonely steps, passing through, you're not here