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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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