Oh rain, you seraph of the highest heaven,
You forever crying angel,
Why do you always cry?
Stop falling and tell me why.
You`re still falling on my porch,
Like you did when I was young,
But the years have gone and I`ve grown old
Yet you still remain a child.
A child untouched by time,
Crying through the ages...
The reason remaining uncertain
Who knows, maybe God knows it.
One thing though
I´ll always know,
A child cries upon the earth
And nobody seems to care.
So, to you my beloved angel,
You seraph of the highest heaven,
Cry and cry and cry some more
Till your tears become forgotten.
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