From Mysteries of Above
As waters fall of misty air
The oceans rise of mineral bare
To save a solemn silence
of something oh so bitter sweet
As the silver drops complie
to bathe the earth of winter day
the rushing waters cleansed the sand
of crystal air
Oh to shore on this day
as the steam should rise and fall
This flow of life
to feed the earth
would bring forth a cleansed girth
And as the mercury would fall
from the sky and above...
There would be of such wonder
to be
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