| I am the rain
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| Held in disdain
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| Lotions and potions just add to my fame
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| The rime that in spain
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| Fall on the plain
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| The truth is I’m ruthless
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| I can’t be contained
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| I’m the rain
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| My friend the wind
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| To breath he is twinned
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| Blow high or low high
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| Tornadoes to spin
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| My mother the cloud
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| In widow’s black shroud
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| Gives birth to the earth
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| Before fields can be plowed
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| Up in the sky, we’ve demand to supply
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| I am necessity, base of the recipe
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| I am the rain
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| My cousin the snow
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| Lays blankets below
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| States that her flakes
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| Are the threads to the soul
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| My rival the sun
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| Who ripens the plum
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| Is feared and revered
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| He gives sight to the gun
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| Up in the sky, we’ve demand to supply
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| I am necessity, base of the recipe
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| Up in the sky, we’ve demand to supply
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| I am necessity, base of the recipe
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| I am the rain, am the rain
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| I am the rain, who’s held in disdain
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| The truth is I’m ruthless, I can’t be contained… |