My umbrella is broken
You gave me yours to hold.
But in the pouring stroke,
You ran through wind so cold.
Who are you? I don't know,
But you won't leave my heart.
Sometimes thoughts overflow,
Your umbrella's with me, a part.
If I should meet you near,
The umbrella I'll return.
You'll smile and softly hear:
“Keep it, but for number, I yearn.
Tell me your name, make it clear,
So close to me you'll always be, my dear.”
But where are you today?
The rain refuses to fall,
Without its soothing play,
I can’t find joy at all.
My umbrella broke,
You gave me yours so kind.
Yet in the storm’s stroke,
You left the rain behind.
Who are you? I don't know,
Yet you stay in my sight.
Sometimes feelings grow,
Your umbrella’s my light.
I open up my shade,
Though no rain falls down.
If you should see this aid,
You'll know it’s me around.
If fate brings you close,
The umbrella I’ll return.
You’ll smile, and then propose:
"Keep it, but for number I yearn,
Tell me your name, disclose —
So we may always be close."
Where could you possibly be?
The rain will not descend,
And without rain, you see—
My search has no end.
You’ll smile and say to me:
“Keep it, but send your name,
Give your number, let it be,
So in my heart you'll claim your claim.”
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