Tears fall within mine heart, As rain upon the town: Whence does this languor start, Possessing all mine heart? O sweet fall of the rain Upon the earth and roofs! Unto an heart in pain, O music of the rain! Tears that have no reason Fall in my sorry heart: What! there was no treason? This grief hath no reason. Nay! the more desolate, Because, I know not why, (Neither for love nor hate) Mine heart is desolate.SourceThe script ran 0.005 seconds.
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