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Nothing brings a
peacefulness to the earth,
Like little drops of rain dancing in mirth.
The falling of it gives
a quiet time,
Covering over hurts with its rhyme.
A pleasant rest the
dust will know,
From wondering to and fro.
I am released from my
angry heart,
While these tiny drops do impart,
Wishes for giving a
promise of life renewed,
And telling of old stories now only for review.
Fall upon my roof here
and there and found,
Joyfully, creating an echo of melodious sound.
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