Let it BE
LET THE RAIN POURAND WASH AWAY
THE PAIN.
LET THE SUN
SHINE BRIGHT AND DRY
THE TEARS.
LET THE WIND COME
AND BLOW AWAY
THE DEMONS FROM THE PAST.
LET THE BIRDS SING
UP IN THE TREES
AND FILL THE HEART WITH JOY.
LET THE STREAM FLOW
DOWN THE MOUNTAIN TOP,
LET IT OVERFLOW
AND WATER THE NEW CROP.
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