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And it rains here Everyday since I came, and the linen covers rocks And the green finds everything Chimacum rain... In the soar of leaves And needle tufts and form, in the grasses and the reeds, and the spilling over stones Chimacum rain... I'm spacing out, I'm seeing silence between leaves, I'm seeing down, I'm seeing silence that are his He belongs here, can't have him He belongs here, can't know him He belongs here It kinda gets inside you, the silences I mean They kinda wrap around you, and loosen everything Chimacum rain... From Letras Mania