The roof tiles dancing
On the strong wind cursing
Picking up partners challenging dance
Slowly pushing it downwards
There hanging for its dear life
The strong wind whistling its laughter
The roof tiles staring it downwards
The long drop to bits and pieces
The dashing rain falls
The rushing water stroke quickly
The roof tiles can't hold it
The staring down its only way
The loud bang one afternoon
The poor roof tiles become broken pieces
Hit the ground or hit the white sheet roof
Nothing to smile but money goes to repairs
The roof tiles tango
In the evening of the wild wind
The sky walks the darkness sky
The rain falls the pleading to hold it
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