Some Rain Must Fall
P Patti Masterman
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Never steal the white from the bride,
The scent from the rose,
The sob from the quiet;
Never throw the rice at the lame-
It's not the same; they're out of the game.
Never take the song from the heart,
The smile from the eyes,
The wick from the dark;
Never leave the movie before
They show you the star; then kill her some more.
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