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Watching the wind blowing rain on my window, shining like eyes looking out onto the roadLight through the steam of my tea flickers like flames, I put on my raincoat and step into the dayPuddles on the pavements and streams in the gutters are washing the blossom awayI smiled like I didn't know my telephone number and all of my thoughts yesterdayDown in the churchyard: the yews hollowed and old, trees like umbrellas, their sound tickles my soulPuddles by the gravestones are colouring the bluebells and washing the dying awayThey smiled like they never knew a telephone number and all of my thoughts of today Aus Songtexte Mania