The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
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Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson (born Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson; 13 November 1850 – 3 December 1894) was a Scottish novelist, poet and travel writer…
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