The Wind
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by Robert Louis Stevenson
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I saw you toss the kites on high
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And blow the birds about the sky;
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And all around I heard you pass,
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Like ladies' skirts across the grass -
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Oh wind, a-blowing all day long,
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O wind, that sings so loud a song!
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I saw the different things you did,
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But always you yourself you hid.
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I felt you push, I heard you call,
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I could not see yourself at all -
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Oh wind, a-blowing all day long,
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O wind, that sings so loud a song!
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O you that are so strong and cold,
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O blower, are you young or old?
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Are you a beast of field and tree,
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Or just a stronger child than me?
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Oh wind, a-blowing all day long,
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O wind, that sings so loud a song!
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