little light,
finds the way,
to a spot,
on isle day,
where rain will melt,
the frozen beat,
of the heart,
laid at your feet,
calm and sweet,
the spirit sings
where the childrens,
laughter rings,
over the rainbow,
down the well,
to the land,
where alice fell.
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