Death, the Howling Wind
Death, the howling, moaning wind
The dying can't ignore--
It scratches at the window pane
And slaps the shudder door.
Then cruelly taps upon the roof
With incessant, mocking strain--
And stops, but only for a breath,
Then begins to howl again.
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