Okay, here's my stab at this.
I sat, smoked
Rain started to fall
And as I thought of you
Realized that my face was wet
Not from rain
But from tears
I sat, smoked
Rain started to fall
And as I thought of you
Realized that my face was wet
Not from rain
But from tears
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There once was a man from Latrass...
Who had to balls made of fine brass...
In stormy weather....
They'd clang together...
And sparks would shoot out of his ass!
see you soon