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Far away sounds ring
in my bones.
Colors, once black and grey,
multi-hued now,
dazzle my eyes.
Lonely winds once
raise a storm today.

Whose dreams color my imagination?

After seasons of drought,
thirsty I was,
rain has come.
Spring has come.
You have come.

Far away sounds sing
in my bones.
They sing, "Come away.
                 Come! Come!"