And send the fragrance to call the silky breeze
The swarm of bees booze and buzzle
While the dry leaves hiss
I wait for you with bated breath
Come, my dear friend quick
As a piece of magic cloud
Drops of dew here is not sufficient
To drench me full
So the need of the hour is the drizzle rain
Drip, drip to pour over my head
And to wet my mouth and tickle my toe
I need the soft touch of a feather or flake
My dear friend, are you flying in quick?

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