Let the rain pour hard, let its blessing be carried in the gust
Let the beauty of the world appear, sweeping away all the dust
Let the fake shine disappear, showing its reality of nothing but rust
Let the droplets chant Your Name, every fine granule in the earth's crust
Let the beauty of the world appear, sweeping away all the dust
Let the fake shine disappear, showing its reality of nothing but rust
Let the droplets chant Your Name, every fine granule in the earth's crust
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