On this holy rainy night
A dream revealed to me
The mystery of the earth
How the children were despoiled
By a series of evil deeds
Before love itself could come
Into the world with so much
Catching up to do
And how it's still
In its early days
Of recovering all that's lost
So not to give up hope
For no one has even an inkling yet
Of its all-consuming strength
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