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Feel the rain, my darling
daughter,
soft against your angel
face?
Some say that falling
water,
is the Lord giving grace:
so flowers can be
plentiful,
art for lovely hair;
and many good things to eat will grow--
with hunger something
rare.
So when eyes sadden,
nose flat against the
pane,
think of mother's lovely
garden,
and bless the falling rain....
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