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Again, the weather's warming,
And what it is forming
Makes me want to give warning
That something terrible will come.
For the clouds yet gather,
And I find I would rather
Not give my mind to the matter,
But something terrible will come.
To endure the coming storm,
I feel that I must conform,
That I must adhere to the norm,
Lest something terrible will come.
Yet I know I do not well
In such charades; others can tell
That I am acting--a death knell
When something terrible will come.
I know others have it worse
In better times; under the curse
That approaches, drawn-on hearse,
Something terrible will come.