They asked for rain
I flew into their veins
Then they asked for sunny days
I opened up my chest
And when they asked for wind
I blew into their dwellings
But when they asked for blood
I remained silent
Because neither I could die
Nor kill
They did a blunder
They took me away
And the sky drooped down
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