Purifying Winds of Change
Drip, drop, goes the sound of water outside my door.
Tick, tock, the sound of time that is passing.
Thump, thump, my heart keeps beating.
Hip, hop, keeping close the imagination within.
Knock, knock, the feel of another's heart connecting with mine.
Ric, rac, don't go giving up on me yet.
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