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Lying here before I'll see the mornin' sun,
Listening to the sheeting of water landing as droplets about my place,

--I still my soul for Heaven's magic.

The outer quiet lets in only the sounds of the rain,
and this music soothes my heart and calms the passing quake.

--I still my soul for His passage.


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