There he sits Drawing images on the causeway With small bits of chalk He sketches all the lost days And the rain keeps coming down Wipes them from the ground And the rain keeps coming down Watching his life drown Dashing past The people circle around him With a laugh A bottle must have drowned him And the rain keeps coming down Wipes them from the ground And the rain keeps coming down Change his smiles to frowns None remain Not the friends or possessions Who's to blame With all those good intentions One picture did remain A face that had his name A body lies, no pain Under blankets of warm rain
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