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It rains in my heart
as on town and on mart,
pours down longings that start
to reign in my heart !
Oh soft ringing of rain
poured on earth, eave and pane, -
for poor heart feeling pain, -
oh the ringing of rain !
It rains without reason
in hurt heart fears have lease on.
What ? - no season for treason ?
Do I grieve without reason ?
What most hurts me, I wait
‘Why’ not knowing, sad fate,
without love, without hate, ...
On my heart lies deadweight !






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