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imaginea utilizatorului wchild

The drops are falling from the sky
Feeding the land,
Healing it’s wounds which cry
With tears of sand…

They are dancing from a leaf to another
Dressing up with the green,
Traveling further
To a land they’ve never seen.

The drops are touching the world
With their purity,
Humming a beautiful song
Into a deep obscurity…