Raindrops scatter,
Across the land.
Pitter,
Patter,
Clatter.
Crystal gems in liquid form.
Touch one,
Taste one,
Feel the ancient age.
And if I could but speak to one,
And ask it what its seen,
What tales would it reveal to me?
What stories would I hear?
Across the land.
Pitter,
Patter,
Clatter.
Crystal gems in liquid form.
Touch one,
Taste one,
Feel the ancient age.
And if I could but speak to one,
And ask it what its seen,
What tales would it reveal to me?
What stories would I hear?
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