All you ever left me was an umbrella.
A colorful one, black stained.
It was not even yours to give.
There was no giving, nor taking,
you simply let me leave with it.
You did not want it back.
Now I can't stand looking at it.
Can you believe I won't open it again?
Yes, I won't! 'Cause there's no happiness in its colors..
There's no laughing to be spread.
Just me and it, staring at eachother,
getting wet by the rain of my tears.
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