An Angel cometh to earth sayeth:
Why ye' weeping 'n fret''
The tears you wept in regret
I collected them unto myself to get
I will present them to our Lord
And he will return them to the heavens ward
To bless all things on the earth a-bôard
When the gentle rains fall in ac·cord
© daniel miltz
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