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 Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
 Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
  Thy fate is read more 
 Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
 Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
  Thy fate is the common fate of all,
   Into each life some rain must fall,
    Some days must be dark and dreary. 
 The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
 And yonder gilded vane,
  Immovable for three days past,
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 The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
 And yonder gilded vane,
  Immovable for three days past,
   Points to the misty main. 
 How it pours, pours, pours,
 In a never-ending sheet!
  How it drives beneath the doors!
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 How it pours, pours, pours,
 In a never-ending sheet!
  How it drives beneath the doors!
   How it soaks the passer's feet!
    How it rattles on the shutter!
     How it rumples up the lawn!
      How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter,
       From darkness until dawn. 
Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.
Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.
 A little rain will fill
 The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.  
 A little rain will fill
 The lily's cup which hardly moists the field. 
 He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers 
that water the earth.  
 He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers 
that water the earth. 
 We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
 The white of their leaves, the amber grain
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 We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
 The white of their leaves, the amber grain
  Shrunk in the wind,--and the lightning now
   Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain. 
 The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
 It rains, and the wind in never weary;
  The read more 
 The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
 It rains, and the wind in never weary;
  The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
   But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
    And the day is dark and dreary. 
 It is not raining to me,
 It's raining daffodils;
  In every dimpled drop I see
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 It is not raining to me,
 It's raining daffodils;
  In every dimpled drop I see
   Wild flowers on distant hills.