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The man in the wilderness

Asked me

How many strawberries

Grew in the sea.The man in the wilderness

I can snap my fingers and require the rain

From a clear blue sky and turn it off again.

You were snow, you were rain

You were striped, you were plain,

Told about Jesus, told about the rain,

She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain.

Rain and wind, and wind and rain.

Will the Summer come again?

If you can see that drop of rain

Lost in the wild sea once again;