下雨的星期一

坐在窗旁聽著雨
下雨的四月天
還留有輕微冬天的氣息。
呼出一口白煙－－
是甚麼已經分不開了。
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Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down..