A comforting lullaby of a spring welcoming rainfall,
And a deep whole day sleep in the day so dull,
There was nothing to mull,
At the time with fovour growing tall.
Now rain seems to fade,
And sleep in me is dead;
On the warmth wrapped bed,
I struggle with these lines on my head.
Having written so and said,
hope my night is not raid.
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