Into Each Life

Into each life a little rain must fall 
We welcome it and yet shelter from it
As though this, the most precious gift of all
Were poison in an apple that we bit 

We treat the rain the same as we treat love 
We hope for it, we welcome it, and yet 
When it arrives like a gift from above
We're scared of it and run from it and fret

And wonder if this one we met will feel
The chill of like or thrill of lust, and hope
That with this one it could at last be real
That this one we met could at last be dope

But as with the rain that quickly passes
We quickly learn that lovers are asses

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