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Prairie Wind The prairie wind is fresh and strong. It sings to me a Gypsy song. It gives the weather-vane a clout, That sends it spinning all about. It ruffles up the lake's calm face And causes tumble-weeds to race. It rattles windows; with a roar, It blows its breath beneath the door. All day it rushes to and fro, Then suddenly, decides to go. It makes me restless, but I find, There's too much silence left behind! |
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