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James Joyce

James Joyce

Rain Has Fallen All the Day

Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way
Of memories.
 
Staying a little by the way
Of memories shall we depart.
Come, my beloved, where I may
Speak to your heart.

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