Tis the wind that taps my glass

I close my eyes with hope to pass

Tis the wind beats on my door

I cower and cover till no more


Tis the wind that haunts my home

Forever it lurks where I roam

Tis the wind rattles my brain

Run do I, none to gain


Tis the wind wherever I go

Till ash is I then to follow

Tis this wind shall set me free

Scattered safely I will be




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