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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