Climb the stairs to the highest window!
Throw it open and tie it's sash around your waist
as your jubilee is made complete and shared
with the universe and the earth it is in!
On the grass below a teacup fills with tears from the stars above
And the moon hums the tune you wove into each story
A theme of Darjeeling, dark and sweet on your lips every morning
To remind you why the bitterness is good
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