Draws of 17, 47, 81

17.
Rain is touching the window
Like the angle's finger
Drop, drop
String, string
Memories are falling

47.
The sun, and the farm
The morning breeze
Will blow us like a seed
In the darkside of the ground

81.
"And at night
You will look up at stars
Where I live
Everything is so small
I cannot show you where
My star is to be found.

It is better like that.

My star will just be
one of the stars,
So you will love
To watch all the stars
in the sky...

They will be all your friends..."