The water laps on the rocks,
As the rain thrashes the trees,
Oh, the footsteps of the clouds above,
show no sign of fading...
The rain is somewhat lamenting,
For its loss over the lake that stretches beyond,
Oh, its laments bring my happiness,
In this gloomy landscape...
The poor little droopy pine,
Gives poor cover, over the rising tide,
Oh, beauty is what describes this scene
As "Ugly" will not enter my thoughts...
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