And the tree was already immersed in the natural dry
Abort a million leaves no dewy
Leaves rustle sand burst
Grains stifling emotion breaking wind
And he will not back up
Was no longer romanticize the rain in nurseries
And not too impressed reign
In adolescence recalled
Among the drought has ended
Complain silenced memory
And have been long gone
Make it rain .... Day ago ....
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