The Rain it fell...
The rain it fell on roofs and walls,
Soothing lonely hearts of tristful rhyme.
I once wrote a book of mignonette and thyme
Amid a sea of waterfalls.
And in the dusky sky of red
Heavy with tears, there wistfully descended
From regal heights, from high above,
A melancholic, angelic tune
Which sang of your love
In the glory of the moon.
JOHN LARS ZWERENZ
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