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The day is cold, and dark, and dreary / It rains, and the wind is never weary; / The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, / But at every gust the dead leaves fall, / And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; / It rains, and the wind is never weary; / My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, / But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, / And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; / Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; / Thy fate is the common fate of all, / Into each life some rain must fall, / Some days must be dark and dreary.