The end
Poem lyrics of The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering 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 moldering 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.
And so, I end my exams, and the semester, to the pouring rain.
How unlike the last exams I took in NUS,and how time flies.
I'm relieved it's over, but then, what now? what now?
I really never thought I'd turn to it again, after so many years. But I think, I'll flip the book again tonight. And talk myself to sleep.
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