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The quiet spring rain pours down for all of the merry month of May
No quiet spring rains enter my dream as thunder roars across the sky 
I fly high, springing across the night sky, to be with you on this day-of-days. 
I whisper your name to the roof, to the spire, to the hills, as I climb higher 
Such quietly silent places can keep a secret or two 
For you my love, only for you; the quiet spring rain returns
Love has arisen to listen to the earth and tremble,
The quiet spring rain whispers tall tales 
Of rainy tears, delightful fears, love sparked and faded!