Take comfort here, my dear
I will make the pathway clear.
When the gentle Summer rain
turns into a gale,
fear not, for in a manner of things
all shall be well.
Not a single tear falls
that I don't see.
Sometimes it's those tears that open
eyes to eternity;
through sorrow and sadness I am
here, and everywhere.
You can reach me anytime, and I listen
to your prayer.
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