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Raindrops fall like silent tears,
When the breeze blows, I feel you near.
In the sunrise, soft and bright,
You're the warmth upon my face, the light.

When the moon begins to glow,
And misty moors lie far below,
I see you shimmer, soft hello,
Your gentle presence in moonlight’s flow.

When tears fall down in raindrop form
And touch my hair so soft and warm,
I’ll know it’s you, still always there,
A silent sign that you still care.

When gently you turn on the stars,
I’ll know you’re safe, wherever you are.
And if I long to see your face,
I look into my children’s grace.

You shine through them, forever near—
And I will kiss them,
Whisper:  nannas here.

— The End —