golden drops from precious skies
pour to nurture nature's sprout
for the barns need starve no more
sprinkle indiscriminately to exile pride and prejudice
pour on till rip is ripe and rich
pour pure so nature's sprite may blossom
and hand in hand build stems and branches sane and upright
to fill the land with marveling glow
and free groaning bellies from hunger's oppression
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