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The morning has falling rain that flows
Down the mountain and hills below
The wind is brisk like a winters day
Chills my bones the skies are gray
Fits my mood, my life, my way
Darkening clouds fill the skies
The same clouds that fill my eyes
Deepening sadness overwhelms.
Like trying to pass through the thickest of elms
The rings, the circles that go around
Thoughts of madness are now bound
Sinking into the heart, unkind
Leaving this unfair world behind
In the morning, I will wake
With sunrise eyes that will surely make
My mood, my life, my way unfold
Leading to the courage to be bold
Much Love Much Life