The sky is grey with November rain
It falls like tears on the weary earth
The air is cold and filled with pain

The trees are bare, the flowers slain
No sign of life or joy or mirth
The sky is grey with November rain

The birds have flown, no longer sing
The fields are barren, devoid of worth
The air is cold and filled with pain

The sun is hidden, no light to gain
The days are short, the nights are long
The sky is grey with November rain

The people sigh, no hope to feign
They wait for spring, a new rebirth
The air is cold and filled with pain

The world is bleak, a dismal stain
No colour, beauty, or warmth
The sky is grey with November rain
The air is cold and filled with pain

Guns N’ Rose’s – November Rain

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