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Blow away wind, blow away
Swaying in one direction, is the only action
In one rhythm as though in a hymn
From right to left, is the only thing left
Whether sturdy or small, whether weak or tall
As the dictator indicates
As water in a stream, as rain in a storm
Demanding a response, in one course
Accepting no rejection, detesting separation
As if in a trance, they all must dance
As the dictator indicates
Over the hill, spinning the mill
Grinding the corn, in a land worn
Dried up and scorched, as though torched
Having to rely, quite clearly
As the dictator dictates
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