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I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows.

I believe that somewhere in the darkest night, a candle glows.

I believe for everyone who goes astray, someone will come to show the way.

I believe, I believe, I believe above the storm, the smallest prayer will still be heard.

I believe that someone in the grave somewhere hears every word.

Every time I hear a newborn baby cry, or touch a leaf, or see the sky,

But I know why I believe