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WILD WIND
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There was wind on the mountain last night
All the colorful leaves took flight
This morning the branches are bare
There is a new chill in the air
Soon Jack Frost will win
Then the drama of winter swirls in
Today I can see at first light
There was wind on the mountain last night
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