"Waning! Crescent! Here she comes, wise. The moon made of me on its own it shall rise. Wind! Wind! It blows! Wind! To our draughting tree. Cry, my dear; with wind sure falls water, cry, with wind and water comes life, so I live; it is true - the wind! It brought life, so I live, so I hear you call me again."Seluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang