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The Lords hand

I love the rain when it washes my face
Nobody around, it’s the sound of peace
So pure and so clean few people love it
I can barely wait again so I can feel it.

When it’s over I’m sad and happy
Sun comes out, let him shine at me
Feels like the touch of an angel
After a great dance with the devil.

Life begins as the sun gets stronger
People seem to worry no longer
Everyones happy that’s how it should be
Feel the pain first to enjoy the real thing.

Forgot the rain only water remains
Only on trees and leaves it still stays
It’s a part of life you need to understand
And another way to feel the Lords hand.

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