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Spring Rain | ||
| Rain in spring can gentle be, Misting every leaf in sight. How refreshing to the tree, So that it can flourish right. Pitter-patter falls each drop, Bringing life to all below. When it's time for it to stop It will first begin to slow. When the sun begins to shine, Burning off the heavy cloud, All the plants are feeling fine, Freshly green and looking proud. | ||
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