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Rain is the piano upon the ground ordained.
Staccato, staccato, its falling fingers play staccato.
But oh how those notes blend
And is composed all the more great than from Mozart’s hand.
Should you listen very attentive, can you not hear?
As the good song itself does keep to claim
That the song’s beauty is its Composer
And the rain is the song he hath played.
Which good men call “Gracious.”
The symphony may make the peoples of the ground but softer
And the color of such people will be stained
Emerald, olive, and forest tree green;
Songs that make the tree stand a bit taller.
Should you listen, very attentive… can you not hear?
Beethoven, beware! for alas! it hath rained.