Weather Report
I'm sick of this weather, I'm sick of this rain.
I might run away, spend a fortnight in Spain.
Away from the clouds and away from the snow,
it seems rather drastic, a long way to go.
But think of the benefits, think of the fun,
walking about getting soaked by the sun.
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