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| The Spirit's power can be seen When wind conspires for havoc mean. A blust'ring breeze can vent its ire By spreading fast a woodland fire. But even if it lacks a blaze The wind can giant oak trees raze. Their branches snap and crash, and die As people stare and wonder why. The wind dies, too, when it is done! And then returns where it begun. | ||
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