The rain is cool,
The day is hot.
There is a rule,
I know not.
It controls like and death,
It lets the babe be born.
It takes away thy very breath,
Causing friends to morn.
It dominates day and night.
It rises stars,
It quenches light.
It turns lakes to tar.
This rule controls time,
It even changes the rhyme.
What it is we may not know,
But it can change rain to snow.
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