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PROGRAM 7 : LIKE A BURST OF DROPLETS FROM HEAVEN

The sky falls like a vast dark curtain / And things turn from gray to green /

Repressed spirits, I cast thee out / Flee from the world of reality /

Hymns sang by desperate lovers / Never suppress the climax /

Who predicts the rain and the storm? / Wink once so you become the weather.

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