SUBSTITUTE
Let the winds subside - they are bending the
afternoon trees and things look bad. The bark
and the trunk, they twist and stagger, while
some of the branches already are fallen.
What is this wind we are mindful of?
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Like a precious idea, once thought and
then brought to fruition, it all quickly goes
out of control. Fury is a lark, not one to
be misunderstood. This fierce wind
can cut a land to nothing; bare earth
being all that's left.
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