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The gently falling rain
slowly wets the ground The softly drifting snow accumulates in mounds With the slow-forming evening dew the country glistens like new And the quietly shirring sand reshapes the strand While I slowly gaze around to see where I stand to take in the lie of the land the truths I can unearth the hopes and fears for whatever it's worth the lie of the land The gentle rain seeps and soaks The gentle snow floats and coats The evening dew invigorates The shifting sand infiltrates Sometimes a gale is exciting Sometimes a blizzard is delighting Strong gusts clear the air Lightning lights up the atmosphere But for now I prefer the gentle rain which slowly wets the ground and your gently holding arms which reach all around me I'm glad I found you
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