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Last night, above the whistling wind, I heard the welcome rain, — A fusillade upon the roof, A tattoo on the pane: The keyhole piped; the chimney-top A warlike trumpet blew.
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Last night, above the whistling wind, I heard the welcome rain, — A fusillade upon the roof, A tattoo on the pane: The keyhole piped; the chimney-top A warlike trumpet blew. by : Bret Harte