Rain   Heaven dropped a blossoming tear Then another, and another Spring thus called her flowers Out my children, time for showers Rinse in warmness Rinse in colors Rinse off vainness Rinse away sloppy hours Oh, Tarry not, Tarry not Here came the fruity summer The all-season’s Ball By Drauntz © 2008 Drauntz (All rights reserved)

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