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The wind
The wind was quick and brilliant and sharp The wind did whip and finger a harp Then bore the sounds strumming upon it's back Back and forth, forth and back The wind did sing and dance and clap And bore the sound of its own bark And if it howled a bit too loud And if it spoke in a voice like a man It broke the words till it could not waddle Or you'd hear the wind endless babbling And you'd tremble at how much she fancies you dieing The wind..
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