Now upon the tender herb emerged from dark terrain into a sunlit world superb, fall gently, soft small rain! Fall gently, for this tender heart so new released from pain, like fawn at sudden rush would start, ready to hide again. This herb, this heart, this tender thing needs only what a soft small rain can bring.
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