 | In memory of W. V.: William Canton |  |
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MY FRIEND
I saw a little raindrop
Upon a grassy blade;
I touched it not, but in my heart
A home for it I made.
Upon a grassy blade;
I touched it not, but in my heart
A home for it I made.
For mirrored in the raindrop
I saw the skies descend;
And Heaven was there. So in my heart
It came to be my friend.
I saw the skies descend;
And Heaven was there. So in my heart
It came to be my friend.
| In memory of W. V.: William Canton | |