Do the gnomes love the rain
Floating in their flooded houses
Pouring the drops down
To the dreaming roots
Do the undines grow enormous wings
Hanging from the last leaves
Running in and out of one another
When the light flares up
Do the slyphs in silk formations
Slip the clouds right through
The bright mountain passes
Pushing it out of the way
So the salamanders can feast
On the fruit fallen there
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