The cold november rain.
Some pleasures and no pain.
The wind blows soft
The earth's moist
It smells like heaven
There's a pleasant noise.
The "rum raisin" does wonders
Life's on a high.
The rollercoaster's on the top
I wish it dosen't leave the sky.
Are good times here to stay?
Come on Sweta, don't go your old way.
