Whirlwind is on the lake, wheeled, blowing on the lake
Sun fumbles in the clouds, fumbling from the east
Lights glare, flaring bright under the raked soils
And a son of man sings, singing aglamorous feast
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A crier, dripping and dripping
A crier at Hora
Tears of bees overflow the bucket
And rivers over popular at Hora
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On the preacher's day holy preaching
Under and below clay was sent em
On the forceful whips of lowly meeting
The soul taker will never accept em
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An account of now and forever
Is set by being washed forgone
And live your sins behind curveture
And be called the new born creature
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White lonely bird
Spleeps and sleeps in the sun light
All alone as sun rises, grows and die
Dancing, breaking, so arrest and delight
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Summer was here, the day of the snailing school boy
On the shoulder with such poles and GPS tool box
In aslow space, he jet passed near the baseless summit
As if herd of bulls, he hoofed up the heel surturating
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Ten of thousands assemble ahead
Shouting for their rights on beds
In the dying moments she emerges
Rounding and pounding their lips
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Our green sea, our Chikangawa forest
How beautiful you are in our eyes
Like our precious stone you glitter
from above
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In the Ocean birds dive
In the embroideries
they take and give
That's my angel
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At the window, rain drives
Drizzles and drizzles glow and go
Pushing and loosing the window to and fro
And some-one asked, who is at the window?
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