I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.

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I touch gently at the windows with my
Soft fingers, and my announcement is a
Welcome song. All can hear, but only
The sensitive can understand.

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The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with
The strength she takes from him.

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I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.