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| The wind can whistle in our ears To scare us with alarms and fears. A gentle breeze can calm us well But hurricanes our doom foretell. Umbrellas snap before the blast, And leaves are blown so quickly past. A puff, a gust, a whiff come by To give us hope or make us cry. | ||
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