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I come down from the active clouds,
Like beads of pearls from heaven.
And, drift and roll and skim and skate,
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I come down from the active clouds,
Like beads of pearls from heaven.
And, drift and roll and skim and skate,
And wet the drying raven.

I accompany my friend of cacophony,
Who roars and blasts and frightens men.
And then with thunderous applause I spring out,
And with force and vigour as a dan.

And then touch my friend below,
The hairy friend, with green grass.
And make her ecstatic and gay,
And merry the harvesting Lass.

I go down sometime, into my friend's bosom,
or stay up in the hollow lake.
Then my father from up me calls,
Thus my life ends for your sake.

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I come down on a cold eve,
Like balls of cotton from heaven.
And then drop and bloat and splash and scatter,
And speck the clock of seven.

I have no friends but one's there,
Who is as light as feather.
He blows and lifts me up and down,
And changes man's weather.

And then I touch myself on the ground,
The place where I visited yesterday.
My half a part was still right there,
And half will add on right today.

I am cleared on the summer's day,
When man starts sweating.
Or sometimes I melt down myself,
And join the lake, regretting.

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I come down after my snowy friend,
Like crystllised sugar from heaven.
And sprinkle and fall gently,
And colour the sober raven.

I'm the son of rain and snow,
Because, I'm a miniature of them.
I fall down gently from up the sky,
Like powdered particles of a gem.

My friend is the gentle breeze,
He flows like music when I come.
And chill the bare hands of a girl,
And make her shiver, or worry some.

I get melted with time,
And God knows where I go.
I glide and flow down sloppy roads,
Gentle and gradual and slow.

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I come down on a humid day,
Like crystals from the heaven.
And hurt the shiny bald heads,
Which count the week as seven.

I have a friend, who's a science,
He helps me fall on prickly heads.
And wind and vapour help me fall,
Fall like thick and strong beds.

And then, I strike the ground,
Like meteors from the space,
And touch the hot land of fire
And melt instantly, parting the race.

I'm not cleared, or kidnapped,
By the greedy men of earth.
I come down by my own will,
And go back for my rebirth.

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