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beneath the bitter rain
singing ends
though wind be in the West
and say my land is fair
When Spring is come
I'll linger here beneath the Sun
to garth and field
and corn is in the blade
When darkness falls at last
because my land is best
When blossom like a shining snow
is on the orchard laid
When Winter comes - the winter
When shower and Sun upon the
Earth with fragrance
