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"The Rosebud And The Rain"
On parched, dry, arid land,
Me, a single rosebud trying,
Without a drop of precious rain,
To stop herself from dying,
Then from azure blue skies,
A special gift from above,
In a life renewing shower,
You poured down your love.
Before you? I cannot recall,
How I lived, till I became,
The rose that was nurtured,
By you my gentle rain.
The exquisite energy of love,
The undeniable power,
When the kiss of the tender rain,
Turns rosebud into flower.
©2003 LCB
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