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47. The Earth and the Clouds. |
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2 " My flowers are drooping, fields are dry, My pretty grasses withered lie; Oh, send to me the pleasant rain, That you may see me smile again." |
3 The gathering clouds drooped very low; A gentle hreeze began to blow; And " patter, patter," came the rain, That made the dear earth smile again.
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