| Little child, be not afraid
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| The rain pounds harsh against the glass
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| Like an unwanted stranger
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| There is no danger
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| I am here tonight
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| Little child
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| Be not afraid
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| Though thunder explodes
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| And lightning flash
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| Illuminates your tear-stained face
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| I am here tonight
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| And someday you’ll know
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| That nature is so
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| This same rain that draws you near me
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| Falls on rivers and land
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| On forests and sand
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| Makes the beautiful world that you see
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| In the morning
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| Little child
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| Be not afraid
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| The storm clouds mask your beloved moon
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| And its candlelight beams
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| Still keep pleasant dreams
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| I am here tonight
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| Little child
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| Be not afraid
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| The wind makes creatures of our trees
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| And the branches to hands
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| They’re not real, understand
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| And I am here tonight
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| And someday you’ll know
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| That nature is so
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| This same rain that draws you near me
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| Falls on rivers and land
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| On forests and sand
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| Makes the beautiful world that you see
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| In the morning
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| For you know, once even I
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| Was a little child
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| And I was afraid
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| But a gentle someone always came
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| To dry all my tears
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| Trade sweet sleep for fears
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| And to give a kiss goodnight
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| Well, now I am grown
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| And these days have shown
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| Rain’s a part of how life goes
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| But it’s dark and it’s late
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| So I’ll hold you and wait
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| 'Til your frightened eyes do close
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| And I hope that you’ll know
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| That nature is so
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| This same rain that draws you near me
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| Falls on rivers and land
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| On forests and sand
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| Makes the beautiful world that you see
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| In the morning
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| Everything’s fine in the morning
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| The rain will be gone in the morning
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| But you’ll still be here in the morning |