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Mar 2020
Wind leave the houses
Wind leave the trees
Wind leave the rivers
Concentrate on the seas

Wind don’t hit the rooftops
Wind don’t hit the gate
Wind don’t hit the tram lines
Your going to make me late

Wind stop shaking my car
Wind stop shaking my house
Wind stop shaking my little cat
It has to catch a mouse

Wind are you not tired
Wind are you stopping soon
Wind are you taking the proverbial’s
I’ll just emigrate to the moon
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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