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The wind is roaring in the hollows

      And dancing over land and seas.

It's whipping waves upon the oceans

    And stripping leaves off all the trees.

 

It causes plants to shake and shiver

    And whistles down the chimney pots.

It sends the storm clouds racing forwards,

     Catching sails upon the yachts.

 

The gates and fences cry in anguish

     And people’s hats are carried high,

But, when you wake tomorrow morning,

     You’ll find the wind has said goodbye.

 

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