Dancing notes of tunes I know,
Upon the roof they quietly flow,
Giggling, trickling, spattering down,
Along the streets of this silent town,
Falling steadily across the land,
Wetting my hair while here I stand,
Feeling life’s kiss, so very soft,
With arms thrown wide and held aloft.
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