Rock and stones,
All is weather-blown;
Skin and bones;
End unknown.

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Brown and dry;
Sulky demon sky;
We'll get by
Least till July;

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Don't see what will be
This can't go on;
Give in and stand by,
Working men reduced to crying;

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Barren May;
Watch hope fade away; 
So we pray
One more day;

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Air feels kinda strange,
Like things might change;
Mean clouds, lightning;
Here's the end of our complaining;
It's raining!