Rachel Harris Biography

Ever shall it be
When the sky cries rain
Friends come with gentleness
To wipe away the pain
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The river sings
A voice rises above
Fairer than the water, rings
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Early in the morning
When dew's upon the grass
The first bird sings
Calling others to mass
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I'm a
Little bird
In a
Little cage
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Our conversations begin with a hug
And the words follow
She loves me in a gentle way
But it is powerful as the river’s flow
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