NO, it won't rain to-morrow! well, what if the crows From that withered old cornfield fly, 0150m Original A-cawing for rain—let them caw, if they like, With all of that blue in the sky! Caw away, you old birds, in your rusty black cloaks! I know that you're not speaking true! There are not enough clouds in the world, in a night To cover up all of that blue!
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