Onion Stew, easy on the Chilly

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© rootshell
alone in my room
thinking of all the time gone by
raindrops on the window hide the tears in my eyes
rolling clouds from the mountain tops
the thoughts of wet grass on my mind
the tears from the sky mask the tears in my eyes
alone in my room
on a Saturday night thinking of you
don't let these tears fool ya
I'm just crying from the onion stew