IT RAINS TONIGHT
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It rains tonight and wolf-winds howl. His grave is not so deep, But that the mournful Heavens Upon his body weep; They wet the mound of spaded earth And through his coffin seep. It rains tonight and wolf-winds howl, And beaten hangs the tree, And comfortless in Death he lies Who comforted should be, The guy who lost And killed himself, And never spoke to me!