The gentle rain brushes the night
And stirs my sleepy dreams
I hear it tickle on the sill
And run the pane in streams
The whisper of the rustling wind
Is sighing past the eaves
It lingers in my dreams then strays
To tease the sodden leaves
The night is still and wet tonight
And yet there’s peace there too
I hear it murmur as I sleep…
It leads to dreams of you.
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