A girl with an earthen jar, (;)
Dim clouds, feels stormy mad.
Long and winding road so far!
Yet arise their crops so glad.
Brisk steps fording a brook,
Skies roar makes quaver voice.
She pass with an eager look,
Now a damsel with a poise!
At the clothesline, there she goes.
Hasty and rash oh rain drops!
Will the stream overflows?
And muse, fond of...
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