3-13-91

4-1-91(vs.2&3)

The rain falls softly at my feet

Pitter-pat, pitter-pat.

See it freshen the wheat

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It makes me want to sing

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Like the birds, when they take wing

Pitter-pat, pitter-pat.

I feel it against my pale skin

Pitter-pat, pitter-pat.

Now a new world will begin

Pitter-pat, pitter-pat.

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