Key: C# minor
Tempo: 118 bpm
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Went for a walk in the pouring rain and came back with this original song idea in my head. Lyrics:

rain falling on the grey-brown street
voices calling where the winos* meet
my city, my home
back in summer bleached white as bone …

now it’s all crying rain
now it’s all crying rain
now it’s all crying rain
it’s not the same, feel its pain
crying rain

paint peeling from our old door
same feeling that i got before
my prospect, my love
back in summer it looked so good
now it’s all crying rain … etc.

[* winos = drunks, bums, down-and-outs etc.]