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The Winds Asunder

Dark clouds slowly grow and gather, The fast wind starts her grim asunder, Along her path, she flung away things; rooftops and paper So that unhappy owners may come looking for them later

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Life is green

Life is green She goes beyond the hustle bustle Of towns Of great machines Life is the flock Grazing Gracefully Away from human want

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