A dark cloud a warm bath these are,
Things I see in you,
Morning ray sunny getting way,
These are thing are hold you to be,
Late night new beginning,
This how the hail rain in,
Warm words little but bitter say,
These how it came to be,
A note a want is it love or kind get away,
That is beautiful which she cares,
Kiss Of faith,
All in a letter.
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