P-ouring rain and cold chill
A-re going to disappear;
U-nderneath the wide sky
L-ight dries away the tear.
C-louds coal black above
A-re going to be white;
S-hadows shall pass by
T-o set everything aright.
I-n sixteenth morn October,
L-onely dusk shall be gone;
L-ong night shall be over,
O-pen your eyes to dawn.
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