It's that special kind of rain
That runs its gentle fingers down the
Nape of your neck and gives you the shiver-grins.
It's that special kind of wind
That sighs and caresses my cheek and my earlobe,
And kisses away my rainy face.
Yes, It's that special kind of day;
And you're that special kind of you.
You're that special kind of you.
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