Clear, Crystal, Pure The window is steamy with vapour From the night before I see one trailing down, slowly Clear, Crystal, Pure I draw some figures on this window But there is no room for more As the falling drops take up most of the space Clear, Crystal, Pure My mother sees the outlines "Don't be so immature!" The cool drops run down to cover them Clear, Crystal, Pure I'm looking out of the widow Although I am unsure How these little raindrops Can be so Clear, Crystal, Pure In my bedroom that night I look down at the floor Still I think about why those drops Can be Clear, Crystal, Pure Then the thought arrives On what they could be for Me and the world to enjoy the beads Of Clear, Crystal, Pure
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