I got so early out of bed,
Because this poem was stuck in my head.
The rainfall is pretty on the countryside,
As the clouds in the sky all but collide.
But the lamps are burning in my house,
And other than the sound of rain, its almost as quiet as a mouse.
I am writing by the comforting lamps we speak of,
So as I hear the rain and am comfy in my house, all I feel is love.
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