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Pounding are the heavy rains Sweeping the hills and the plains Some have faith that it washes the stains Of man's sin in its many strains Some hide their tears in the rains But the heartache and pain remains It's not liquid enough to dilute solid chains It's too liquid to be the oil that ordains Come sunshines come rains The discontent man still complains But one founded on the Rock has great grains For he well bears and restrains K. Muitherero.

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