Rain Will Come At the End
When every word has been said,
When we're all dead,
When the fires have almost gone out,
And the dogs stopped barking,
When the oil pumps stop pumping,
And the babies stop crying,
No more music playing,
And no more praying,
Rain will come at the end.
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