Growing love is always best,
Extremity laid to rest;
Birds have flown from the nest,
Will you likewise leave?
Raindrops counted before dry,
Fallen pearls from cloudy sky;
I keep asking myself why,
All this worldly grief.
Rainbows colors of beyond,
My love is to yours now bound;
What was lost is forever found,
Stand by your belief.
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