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Autumn…the year's last, loveliest smileAutumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flowerEvery leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering fromthe autumn tree

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wildrainOn this bleak hut, and solitude, and meRemembering again that I shall dieAnd neither hear the rain nor give itthanksFor washing me cleaner than I have beenSince I was born into this solitude.Blessed are the dead that the rain rainsupon:But here I pray that none whom once I lovedIs dying to-night or lying still awakeSolitary, listening to the rain,Either in pain or thus in sympathyHelpless among the living and the dead,Like a cold water among broken reeds,Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,Like me who have no love which this wildrainHas not dissolved except the love of death,If love it be towards what is perfect andCannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.Rainy day playlistRemember That Night?- Sara KaysSay You Won't Let Go- James ArthurThe Night We Meet - Lord Huron