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Bright rain from the hills
Comes skippingly prancing,
Bright rain in the valleys
Is dancing all day:
Skippingly, trippingly,
Dippingly dancing—
Dancing and prancing
And glancing all day.

Silver skirts, silken skirts,
How they swish and swish,
How they frou-frou
Over hill and over plain,
As trip, trip and skip, skip
Dancing comes the rain,
Prancing comes the rain.
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