Wind Blow
Wind blow unseen but heard
listen to the calling of the mocking bird.
Rain come down upon my head
falling on my hair of red.
Lightening strikes the pasture there
lighting up my window fair.
Storm come in with blaze and glory
light rain now the end of my story.
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