Incessant Rain
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Rain, rain, O rain,
Come on and rain
And let me forget
What would happened
With incessant rain.
What would happened,
There would be more
Croaking of frogs,
More buzzing of flies.
The sky whistles,
The clouds crackle,
And with the babbles
Of my grand-daughter
I got all pleasures.
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