Tears

there comes across the rainbow dawn

a gull to greet the waking morn

there comes across the mountain high

a wise man and a lonely sigh

there comes upon the village old

a story to keep out the cold

there comes into a freezing bed

an arm on which to rest your head

there comes into your crying tears

a love to clasp you through the years

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