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I'm not crying over you,
it's the rain that makes me blue.
When I'm dreaming, it's the sky,
as fluffy white clouds roll by.

When I'm not sleeping, late at night,
it's not from loneliness or fright
but the air is too warm...
after a storm.

Though I think they
may be right. (but I'd never tell)
for my tears are of love lost
and my happiness- the cost.

Someday soon
I will find room,
I'll let my heart grow,
even then I will know...
That, I'm not crying over you,

it's the rain that makes me blue...