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you can call me through the rain but if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain you can call me through the snow it sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a show hey, the wind still blows hey, too much reality shows but when we're safe in glory, there's no time for cries and sorries i will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying hey, the wind still blows hey, too much reality shows they say red rose is a faith i say â |