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Yesterday I heard the rain, |
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whispering your name, |
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asking where you'd gone . . . |
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It fell softly from the clouds |
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on the silent crowds, |
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as I wandered on . . . |
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Out of doorways |
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black umbrellas came to pursue me, |
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Faceless people as they passed |
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were looking through me, |
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no one knew me . . . |
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Yesterday I shut my eyes, |
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face-up to the skies, |
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drinkin' in the rain . . . |
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But your image still was there |
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floating in the air, |
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brighter than a flame . . . |
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Yesterday I saw a city, |
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full of shadows without pity, |
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and I heard the steady rain, |
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whispering your name, |
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Whispering your name . . . |
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< instrumental break > |
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Yesterday I saw a city, |
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full of shadows without pity, |
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and I heard the steady rain, |
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whispering your name, |
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whispering your name, |
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whispering your name . . . |
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Music by Canache Armando Manzanero |
