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September Rain Song
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Inspirational This early September morning
I sing the songs my mother
taught me.
I sing to the rain's sober gaity,
I sing to the sun,
I sing to the earth,
I sing to the eagle's sacred wings.
Turning pages by dimmed light,
I strive to put moods into words
while the rain sound,
as though it were a spirit,
comforts and caresses.
Who can ignore a September
rain song?
It was a day like this, I think,
that the word was created.
It must have had something to do
with the rain.
