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Tears in my heart that weeps,

Like the rain upon the town.

What drowsy languor steeps

In tears my heart that weeps?

O sweet sound of the rain

On earth and on the roofs!

For a heart's weary pain

O the song of the rain!

Vain tears, vain tears, my heart!

What, none hath done thee wrong?

Tears without reason start

From my disheartened heart.

This is the weariest woe,

O heart, of love and hate

Too weary, not to know

Why thou hast all this woe.

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