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Rain Song
Spring rain is pink rain,
For petals sweet and fair,
Summer rain is rainbow rain,
With colours everywhere.
The rain of fall is brown rain,
With leaves that whirl and blow,
And winter rain is white rain,
But we call it snow.
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The Rainy Day
by
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust more dead leaves fall,.
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold and dark and dreary.
It rains and the wind is never weary.
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past.
And youth's fond hopes fall thick in the blast.
And my life is dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart and cease repining
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining
Thy fate is the common fate of all
Into each life some rain must fall
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