Pink Umbrella

Oh, how foolish were of me,

To think that your love was free,

Up above on our high hill,

In your arms, my heart stood still.

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Under your small pink umbrella,

You with me, a simple fella,

Overlook the city lights,

I so miss our rainy nights.

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Under it, we both would fit,

On that bench, both we would sit.

Just imagine my surprise,

When no more I saw your eyes.

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And the bench is still up there,

Surrounded by this cold air.

Sitting there, nowhere we are,

On it sits a lonely star.

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And some nights, the bench I see,

It remembers you and me.

While wet I sit and hard I try,

Someone else right now is dry.