of mystery and sin.
Wash the tears and the deers
and give greener plantation.
Water the holes for the moles
and wash the streets of their sleet.
Watch the clouds, big and proud
of the storm they perform.
Mellow are the days minus the rays.
When these greys are done
We shall have some sun.
To warm this earths turf.
To the hearts of the happy, those shadows will flee.
So rain down on me with power and presence.
Let it pour and the men snore,
Feel the damp resilience.
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