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When the wild wind whistles
      And the rain pours down
With a loud pitter-pattering
      On villages and towns;

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When the trees dance in unison
     To the wild rampant storm;
When you and I are safe in bed
      All cuddled up warm;

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When clouds chase like chariots
     Across the blackened sky
And the moon watches over us
     From way, way up high - - -

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The world slowly turns around;
     The sun smiles over hills;
People make their way to work
     In offices and mills.

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Children scamper off to school;
     Dogs begin to bark;
Gardeners plan their day ahead
      In gardens and in parks.

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There’s traffic in the high street
     And people in the shops.
The sun’s now shining brightly
     And the wind’s *begun to drop;

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The wind and rain have left behind
     A day that’s warm and bright,
But do you think that blustery wind
    Will sneak back here tonight?

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