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You can call me through the rain
But if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain
you can call me through the snow
It sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a show
hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows
but when we're safe in glory, there's no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows
they say red rose is a faith
I say â?? life's too short to wait
what else can I say, I don't know, I don't know..
But I know, but I know, but I know â?? our river of love stops to flow
and when we're safe in glory, there's no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
hey, the wind still blows
Hey, too much reality shows