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Gently blows the east wind; -- |
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The wind followed by the rain. |
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In the time of fear and dread, |
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It was all I and you. |
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In your time of rest and pleasure, |
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You have turned and cast me off. |
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Gently blows the east wind; -- |
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And the wind is followed by the tornado. |
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In the time of fear and dread, |
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You placed me in your breast. |
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In your time of rest and pleasure, |
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You have cast me off like an abandoned thing. |
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Gently blows the east wind; -- |
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And on the rock-covered tops of the hills. |
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There is no grass which is not dying, |
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No tree which is not withering. |
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You forget my great virtues, |
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And think of my small faults. |
Published
by The Institute for Advanced Technology in the Humanities, © Copyright 2003
by Anne Kinney and the University of Virginia