Part
III - Smiles and Tears
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When I
Hear the Falling of the Rain
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When
I hear the falling of the rain
When I hear the falling of the
rain
I start to
think of you, and how we learn.
Our
questions fall like raindrops in a pool;
And the
Answers
come in ripple-riddles
Running
'cross the surface till they
Shatter
our reflection in confusion.
And I
Believe
that all the oceans in the world
Are but a
raindrop in a pool of Life; --
Until --
I Turn and
see a world of worlds inside
That crazy
little teardrop in your eye.
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