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The Charm of the Drifter

All around me clouds whisper
But I choose not to listen.
- I just gaze at the drifter.

The yellow flowers glisten
But yet I tingle and shiver.
- As the drifter has risen.

In elegant orange clad
And cats in sky colored thrones,
I'm equally glad and sad
When she soars on my pale tones.