Oh moist and humid air
And heat that boils the soul
Oh weather that melts away
The memory of winter's cold
Oh valley of fog in morning
Translate to haze of day
Hang over like a cloud of steam
Warmed by these solar rays
Have you come to tell the future?
Or to strike the final blow
Drops of water taunt the man
Who’s thirst he tries to slow
The sting of your smile burns the skin
The layers peel away
The heat of your anger lightens the strands
And darkens this body of clay
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