I don't value my words
as the rain doesn't value its drops
It has passed - and skies are more clean,
flowers in beds and redder the cheeks, ...
So a cloud loves a lightning's light,
after that it sees valles the best
And it needs only distance, no track
or hello, that by thunders is sent...
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