Nothing that I crave,
Everything that I create,
I've offered nothing for trade.
And all the birds sing
Happily joined in a melody,
Yet I do not see
How they can sing so free
And free be
So different and unaware of me.
Even if I call you rain
And you call me pain,
All around us are the insane.
In this September rain, dancing the bane.
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