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In the pouring rain,
I saw his face.
A bewildered expression
Oh! what a disgrace
His skin snow-like in appearance
and his words were incoherent
But he was adherent to this grimace
I was afraid of his hate
I was afraid of our fate
Hail fell upon us as we stared at our lost state
I understood nothing could separate,
what sleet itself could not devastate.
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