Thick overhead clouds of the monsoon, a delight to this feverish heart. Season of rain, season of uncontrolled whispers—-the Dark One`s returning! O swollen heart, O sky brimming with moisture—- tongued lightning first and then thunder, convulsive spatters of rain and then wind, chasing the summertime heat. Mira says: Dark One, I`ve waited—- it`s time to take my songs into the street.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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