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And Then The Rains Came Down
And Then The Rains Came Down
That're moved and rearranged By those windblown tides on high. Sometimes they'll open up And the cooling rains fall down To cleanse the air we breathe And to wet the parched dry ground. Maybe tears of the gods Crying for the human race As we destroy some things That can never be replaced. Del Abe Jones 80s