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Winter Song
Rain and wind, and wind and rain
Will the Summer come again
Rain on houses, on the street,
Wetting all the people's feet,
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Rain and wind, and wind and rain
Will the Summer come again
Rain on houses, on the street,
Wetting all the people's feet,
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,
And were swept up to heaven; where they
Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide,
And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed,