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Oh wind, You are a fickle thing, You bring tidings of a chill That can be resolution, absolution Or anything in between. Oh wind, You are a gracious host, Whose cruelty is unmatched In your gift of mirth and hope. Your wildest gusts are mild To the coldest misanthrope.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Wind
Oh wind, You are a fickle thing, You bring tidings of a chill That can be resolution, absolution Or anything in between. Oh wind, You are a gracious host, Whose cruelty is unmatched In your gift of mirth and hope. Your wildest gusts are mild To the coldest misanthrope.
Karthage
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
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