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Jan 2016
How I love thee, thy Rain!
It takes away my toil and pain!

Woe be thy sun when there is rain,
For rain takes the sun's glowing sane
Woe be thy wind when stopping rain,
For it is not possible, it is in vain

How I love thee, thy rain!
Set me free from toil and pain!
© 2011 Xilhouette
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