1.
Rain! Rain! Failing incessantly
On the earth, in the night
All in a line were relay to winning
A hallow place in a solid surface
Like the Amazon basin, the drip
Scooping a pole in the soil
2
Then is cloud pale blue becoming metal
On what Amazon basin store
Called the pore scoop and stood
The muddy water like fast volcano-stand
sleeper, sickly and died
The insistent pours a misty and blind
Of a great fast volcano jumping
The tittrating that stops fall are dribbling
On them we race race stream to abyssal.
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