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And Let the Rain Fall Down
by Monica Ellen Smith

 
While I live
Let the earth come
To know me as her own. 
Let the sun bestow
His warm embrace,
The wind gently caress
My world-weary face,
And let the rain fall down
To bless me.

  But when I die
Let the earth receive
Me as her own. 
Let the sun avert
His radiant face,
The wind guide my soul
To a higher place
And let the rain fall down
To bless me.

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