Trickle down, trickle.
Meet me water, meet me now.
Oooh! What's that tickle?
Blow all night wind, blow!
Not a moment's resting now,
Much remains to go.
Slower fire, slow!
There is time for us to grow.
Slow the rage. Now calm.
Sprinkle all over.
Earth to earth, it's not over!
Again, let us join.
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Muhammad Bayazeed
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