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Sprinkled from Above
In a land to the east unseen by man nor beast
There lived a magical folk from the mountains
Where only love was taught and only joy was sought
And everyone drank from crystal fountains
A wee folk it is true but their hearts only grew
Till they swelled too big for their chests to contain
So they shared all their love sprinkled high from above
To help soften the wind and the rain
But all the faces below whose hearts wouldn't grow
Spent their time cursing the wind and the weather
So they put all that love on the wings of a dove
And flew high above the hills and the heather
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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