Love Story by Ian Smith


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The rain woke me up early,
a ringing spoon in porcelain
told me to look at the sky.

I asked the rainy sky,
will she ever be mine?

He said ask the streetlights,
they're still on.

I said streetlights,
glowing under the gray sky,
does she look out her window
in the early morning like this,
and think of me,
the way I think of her?

They just went on humming
I don't think they were even listening.

So I laid back down
and thought about you.

You are better than the movies.
You are better than the best movie ever made,
to me.