Isn't it hard to remember,
The rain that fell that November,
How hard was the time that passed us by,
When we kids so innocent that we believed that we could fly.
But now the times are hard,
And you continue to make me sad,
Your heart's cold,
Time is here just to make us old.
Can you believe that the November rain is gone,
Can you believe that in the end I'm always alone,
Left behind to heal the wounds,
And to dream without any bounds.
I've lost my credence in your smile,
My confidence even stayed here for a while,
My soul reborn in November,
As I touch yours in December.
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