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A Little Rain
I took him to my arms,
where he shall be in no harm
And to the mountains with the sobbing clouds
My call to him was a savoring loud
There in the bed he shall be resting
Satin around his body for his blessings
I took him to my arms,
where he shall be in no harm
And to the mountains with the sobbing clouds
My call to him was a savoring loud
There in the bed he shall be resting
Satin around his body for his blessings
