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Little Raindrops
Little raindrops on your sleeping lips
Summer's here
With a golden kiss
Summer morning
And its magical depression
I watch you sleep in my faded t-shirt
Your skinny arms and dark complexion
The distant trains and the lonely ship’s call
Over the dunes of the Baltic shoreline
To our paradise full of sunshine
A little raindrop on your sleeping lips
Summer's here
With a golden kiss
Little raindrops on your sleeping lips
Summer's here
But it’s you I miss
Once a poet said that there's no
Such thing as happiness but
Just a series of precious moments
That together just might save us
Like fireflies of glowing amber
Lighting the way through the darkness
Through the fears and the worries
They guide us home with their tiny lanterns
Little raindrops on your sleeping lips
Summer's here
With a golden kiss
Little raindrops on your sleeping lips
Summer's here
But it's you I miss
Still summer morning
With it's magical depression
I watch you sleep in my t-shirt
Your skinny arms and your dark complexion
The distant trains and the ship's call
Over the dunes of the Baltic shoreline
To our paradise full of sunshine