The Gentle Rain
Tears of joy, tears of pain.
Robyn's love in gentle rain.
God's answered prayer on wing's has flown.
In peaceful calm her spirit's known.
The gentle touch of all that's kind.
Is what she left for us to find.
The best that she could do she did.
Her love for us she never hid.
The angel's harp's accompanied.
By flute that fills the soulful need.
If you sit quiet, you can hear.
Their heavenly sound to calm your fear.
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