
The rain stopped Some drops lingeredIn the rich soilBeneath the tree-Resting after theLong journeyOn the tip Of a pine needle,One drop called outOr perhaps, upTo its dear friend,Sunshine It’s your turn!I’m waiting!Send your raysMy way-So thatWe may haveA moment of funCan’t you see?We belong togetherSimply shine yourLight on meAnd watch the branchBegin to glisten The […]
Old Friends — Piano Girl

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