That fall from the skies,
Or a few that drop from the eyes.
Be them for joy and elation
Or for the pain, grief and lies.
All the good, be taken that way
It’s beauty shall forever keep you gay.
Don’t feel bad, don’t lose hope
Don’t feel sad, its easy to cope.
For every loss
There’s much you gain
There’s always happiness
That shall follow your pain.
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