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Each drop of rain that falls from sky,
Clears the eyes of we who cry,
Those tears of sadness, tears of woe,
From evil deeds the Dark Ones sow.

The moon casts light on dark of night,
The winds do blow the scourge and blight.
The rains wash soot from blackened skies,
On wings of dove man's hopes do rise.

Nimbus clouds disband and clear,
And sun, moon, stars dispel all fear,
As man ascends the Mount of Peace,
Cloaked in mantle of lamb fleece.
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