Come sit and tell me your troubles
A heart that is broken needs to be healed
I could have a remedy
But you must tell me your sickness
Tell me the pain
I have an extra unbrella for your rain
A branch alone is a branch forgotten
Come sit and tell me your troubles
Maybe my words may comfort you
I may be the remedy you need
Your eyes are too preety to be sad
Your Spirit is far to beautiful
Do you not see that the leaves wither
At the lack of your countenace
Come, don't let me be a stranger anymore
Don't let me be like a friend who keeps knocking in the rain
For you have sad eyes
K.Oni
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