This is the story about time.
They call it next tune.
I swim in my sleep.
And never quite reach the deep
All but washed that she should hear
If he was born in the rainy season
I wonder-know that there will be no ships coming
After the rainy season, was the rainy season
Deng. In English, the name means rain.
In his country the rain falls
Rediscovering my distant island.
But enough of dreams and ideas.
All the talk had been of peace
In rhythmical rumblings, the last away.
Land that I hated any time soon.
But a time will eventually arrive
If she was born in the rainy season.
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