If the rains were to stop
Leaving in its wake a parched earth
I will plant a seed and cry over it
Sit on the hard dirt for many moons
Cry every sunrise, sing to the sunset
Never sleeping a wink
Waiting to see the first bloom.
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If the rains were to stop
Leaving in its wake a parched earth
I will plant a seed and cry over it
Sit on the hard dirt for many moons
Cry every sunrise, sing to the sunset
Never sleeping a wink
Waiting to see the first bloom.
