The rain falls from the darkened sky,
separate her place.
I see the scarecrow,
the children’s secret fortresses.
And all that was the cold, hard to miss!
You’ll find their glorious praise of a ray of
color is a flag of gentle sunlight streams.
The children return to love.
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