This good weather ruined me, 
I resigned in such a weather 
From my government job. 
I got used to tobacco in such a weather, 
I fell in love in such a weather; 
I forgot to take home bread and salt 
In such a weather; 
My disease of writing poems 
Recurred in such a weather; 
This good weather ruined me.                
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