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Now there it has begun, with March 
A soundless breeze it tunes to the
Melody of a fair weather feathered frtiend.
Looking skyward  I utter you are 
The answer to my every pain .

You call I come running.
The day is forming. when it 
Shows it falls a vicarious rain.
The rain, is short, its time cut as
Fair weather lay beyond the

Exit door  as long, the air remains
A simple spring with all its Buddings
And sparklings, I care not for my
Returning  it is spring!
The ground will be Moist.

Still I will live beneath the trees
And sleep on my bed of the 
Greenest grass nature has
Adorned with adored gardens
There I will drink the sweetest

Water poured from the Gods of
The highest plains I implore of
God remember my name.
I thirst for  the best nectar issued.
Replenish my worth!

I have taken refuge under your
Heavens and on the stillness of 
Your spinning earth, I wait with
Patients for your golden rain
Thinking golden rain will

Quench my mighty thirst
Make it rain, make it rain
A raindrop stings my forehead
The sky explodes with a sparkle
Of thunderous treasure for me and all


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