The scene was oddly familiar
He had a black umbrella
She wore black
It was raining
It was month of Jan
She was laying a flower
He was holding her hand
And I thought it should be me
who should be with him.
Why does she stand
where she stands.
The scene was oddly familiar
She looked like me
from this distance.
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