What a breeze,
O' what a breeze
The rains are here to make me tease.
The gentle wind knocking the window panes,
Reminds me of the lady with long manes.
The surrounding is dark as there is no light,
Making me alone as there is no one is sight.
I have now to go to bed,
Have to rise up early, else I am gonna be dead.
There is lot of work and much to write,
All I have to do is set things right.
I wish such breeze to come all time,
Allowing me always to chime and rhyme.
What a breeze,
O' what a breeze
The rains are here to make me tease.
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