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Cries Like The Rain
(Jazz ballad)
She cries like the rain,
smiles like the sun—
she shines like a star in the sky
She blooms like a flower
fruits like a tree,
she sings like the birds passing by
She’s a creature of the wild—
nobody’s child,
she lives by the Grace of God
Sometimes she’s stormy
sometimes she’s fair
sometimes she’s here
and sometimes she’s there
She’s carried by the wind
she’s carried by the tide
she’s carried by the current
she’s goin’ for the ride—
She’s a creature of the wild—
nobody’s child,
she lives by the Grace of God…
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