It Is Raining On People With Angels and Flowers
Today, Heaven made its wings out of the clouds,
and it's raining on people with angels and flowers,
The sun is red like a bashful child,
and the field is filled with poppy flowers dancing in the breeze.
A ray, wanting to be chicer,
has associated discreet with a daisy,
because both had the same thought;
to be tiaras for those on earth.
The trees are dressed in fresh green,
A spring wind, whistles a ballade for panpipes,
The birds gather in choirs and chirp a new song.
It's May, and I am happy!
Every night I dance with the stars,
I'm thinking of Eternal Spring,
A drop of Heaven smoothly dripped into my soul,
Ah, how beautiful the month of May is!
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