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In the beginning, the land was stained
Parched by the sun, deserts, and plains
Then the creators of the land
Created rain
I was that barren, wasted land
I was too weak to stand
Then the creators of rain created you
High on a mountain, growing there
Land was plenty, trees were rare
Then the creators of rain
Created air
I was that mountain, growing there
My life was empty, nothing there
Then the creators of air created you
There would be no land, no seas
To plants, no trees, no life, or me, without you
Life had forgot the carrying of
Dreams that were lost to fade above
Then the creators of rain
Created love
I was that dream that life had made
To search an [?], hope had fade
Then the creators love created you
Created you (created you)
Created you (created you)
For me