The sky is full of rain
And roadworks are blocking our way
The snowmen are melting
It’s sad that they must disappear
But the snow must be got rid of
Like this winter's day
We peer through a hole smeared in the window
Mummy had to drive to work
And grandma got stuck in her house
The smudged sky is a mirror of my soul
My head is still spinning from last night
On my lap, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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