Nor may you tell me as the raindrops fall…
I know not if the past is washed away
Or else washed clean or only rain is all
In all tonight… don’t tell me either; say
Instead that soon I shall look up and see
The sky is blue and clear, forget the past,
Forget the myriad aches of memory
Untwisted and the pains that last and last
While rain weeps in my heart, undoin…
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