Verse 1 Rain whispers wisdom to me; tells me “Don’t look so gloomy. tears are my little sister. Let her go. Don’t resist her!”. Rain comes to run around and play,
There was once a wealthy merchant of Lovingia who owned a fleet of trading ships and used them to transport fine fabrics and spices and other exotic goods from far and wide.
There’d been a time, a long time ago, when Crayton West had wondered at the meaning of life; the summum bonum as they say on old Earth but this quest for meaning or the good life had not lasted long