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The wind came down from mountain cold And like a tide it roared and rolled The branches groaned, the forest moaned And leaves were laid upon the mould The wind went on from West to east All movement in the forest ceased But shrill an harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released Sample: 1. And runes of power upon the door. There shone forever, fair and bright |
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