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Trees have got wet in incessant rain.
Pouring down water, it seems someone has gone
Making all the lands of earth soaked;
If foot is set, soil will go down.

The wet crows, sitting on the wet coconut-leaves,
Are flapping their wings.
A magpie robin of Bengal is busy with a struggle
To wipe all waters from its body with beak.

Lorena, sitting in your beloved Mexico
How long will you cry more?
How long will you make the earth soaked?
Won’t you stop until you cause another deluge of Noah?

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