Evaporate before his eyes
Depression follows closely
And he's left to sit and sigh
How could he miss his chance
He let it slip away
Opportunities are fleeting
There's nothing left to say
Now he's storm chasin'
With wishful expectations
To get back what he lost
Wait for precipitation
As the rain comes
And bathes him in its mercy
A second chance is given
To a fool unworthy
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