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Wind Whipping at your body Soft, yet bitter cold Yes, like a wave of plenty Within the tales of old Soaring through the skyline Yet impossible to see Lies the wind, a temptress Drawing you to her breeze Yet once you get enamoured And her gust encase you in You'll find that she's a sly one Yes that seductress known as wind She'll sing you a sweet song Of legends that remain As her siren snare encasess you Tornado to a hurricane Yes, that grand enchantress Luring people from where they're safe That coquette 'll leave you homeless If you give in to her willful wake So who is this Lorelie Empress of sin Why we all do know her For she calls herself the wind ~Katherine Aclaire
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
Wind
Wind Whipping at your body Soft, yet bitter cold Yes, like a wave of plenty Within the tales of old Soaring through the skyline Yet impossible to see Lies the wind, a temptress Drawing you to her breeze Yet once you get enamoured And her gust encase you in You'll find that she's a sly one Yes that seductress known as wind She'll sing you a sweet song Of legends that remain As her siren snare encasess you Tornado to a hurricane Yes, that grand enchantress Luring people from where they're safe That coquette 'll leave you homeless If you give in to her willful wake So who is this Lorelie Empress of sin Why we all do know her For she calls herself the wind ~Katherine Aclaire
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
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