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Oh wind, wind, wind Rose Marie Raccioppi Oh wind, wind, wind It speaks not a word Yet its call is known It is not to be seen Yet its presence is felt It is from distance afar Yet its touch is near It is ever so free Yet in bondage to sail and mill Oh wind, wind, wind What mysteries you reveal.
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