Too fragile to look up for a single little drop of nectar,
Thou mind might think so,
The sunny storm would fire up my silly little matter,
Thou mind might think so,
A drop that I hold now, will drop and drip any moment,
Thou mind might think so,
The gentle breeze would brush aside that precious gem,
Thou mind might think so,
A drop that I hold now, is for ever in my roots,
Thou mind shall realize !
The gentle breeze is too gentle to brush aside my thirst
Thou mind shall realize !
 

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