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I hear leaves drinking rain;

I hear rich leaves on top

Giving the poor beneath

Drop after drop;

Tis a sweet noise to hear

These green leaves drinking near.

And when the sun comes out,

After this rain shall stop,

A wondrous light will fill

Each dark, round drop;

I hope the Sun shines bright;

It will be a lovely sight;