You do wonders Here they're greater To the parched souls In this craggy part Its refuse-clogged streets Home to mangy curs Its discoloured sky Where the last stork Was spotted long ago Now the picture dimmed Even crows evaded As there was nothing For crumbs turned stones You have swept it clean The crags seem to smile The crumb-stones softened The curs washed clean The storks faraway Now recall the fond memories Of fishing with ibises Under the watchful eyes Of a solitary kingfisher The crows sense a jolt Ah, you're here With the long-craved wonders Let the sky be blue again Let there be monstrous clouds Let the storks meet the herons Give the kites a reason To unfurl their wings Give the real sense That you still are around To shower hopes Bring the dreams Within reach.
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