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There, there,
There, there, honey bear. Let's
look like rain.
We'll kiss the ground
and caress the truth
to find out if the future
is or isn't.
Hush, hush, dear one.
Can you hear the gentle wind?
It brushes a tear drop from your eye,
and tousles your hair, and tries
to gently wash away the troubles on your mind.
It loves you today of all days.
You are its kind, now.
Tut, tut, little one.
Let's make like blooming rose petals.
Life was broken,
and dry as baked earth
until now.
look like rain.
We'll kiss the ground
and caress the truth
to find out if the future
is or isn't.
Hush, hush, dear one.
Can you hear the gentle wind?
It brushes a tear drop from your eye,
and tousles your hair, and tries
to gently wash away the troubles on your mind.
It loves you today of all days.
You are its kind, now.
Tut, tut, little one.
Let's make like blooming rose petals.
Life was broken,
and dry as baked earth
until now.
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