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The healing
When roaming clouds are gathering
And winds blow up a storm
The human heart is feeling
It bleeds from piercing thorns
The leaves of trees are falling
Like feathers fall from birds
Softly, gentling whirling
Before they drift no more
Emotions can be stirring
And tears lie in their wake
When the rain starts falling
It's like it knows your fate.
Soon the storm is over
The earth is washed and cleaned
Seems your soul is calling
Your life is once more free.
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