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There’s a lull in the snow,

there’s still beauty in the rain.

I haven’t been to the shore yet

there’s still too much left to do

there goes the playful cyclist

I didn’t tell him yet, I used to be playful too

Did you see the sun’s child go?

I was to stop him, but changed my mind

Isn’t all of it better now,

Aren’t you happier?

It was all supposed to be warm, wasn’t it

Then where did the embers go

She only wanted a drop of rain

A ray of sunshine, they saw it come

Or was there a blind fold