All at once
When she sings
She makes the snow fall
The hurricanes whirl
While the sun scorch
As the rain drops
In drips from heaven.
The admiration
Yes, is in her voice
But also in her moves
Yet, she doesn't dance
Neither does she jump
But she bounces out admiration
From the heavens gate.
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