You left before the winter came, With oil on your hands and my heart in your name. I kept your jacket by the door, Like waiting could bring you home once more. The shop bell rang, the grey clouds grew, I stitched old umbrellas in red, green, and blue. Every letter smelled like rain, Then silence started signing your name. One umbrella in the rain, Two hearts standing on different trains. You said forever, I said stay, But time has a cruel little way. One umbrella, one goodbye, One love folded under the sky. He was kind, and he was there, With steady hands and silver hair. I did not love him like the sun, But I was tired of being the only one. One umbrella in the rain, Two old ghosts at a windowpane. You smiled softly, I looked away, Some songs return but cannot stay. One umbrella, one goodbye, One love folded under the sky.
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