In times past,
I was in thy soil,
Like a seed desiring to spring forth,
At the wetness of the drops you had put away.
I was in thy soil,
Like a seed desiring to spring forth,
At the wetness of the drops you had put away.
Today i am in thy skies,
And thou art bathing in the clouds which have conceived the rains.
And in times to come,
I shall be at thy ocean,
Living in a castle hoarded deep inside it like a treasure.
And thou art bathing in the clouds which have conceived the rains.
And in times to come,
I shall be at thy ocean,
Living in a castle hoarded deep inside it like a treasure.
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