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 1 Text,  12|         has not opened; only the wind is sighing by. ~I have not
 2 Text,  17|        wailing with the restless wind. ~
 3 Text,  19|   strange fragrance in the south wind. ~That vague sweetness made
 4 Text,  21| insistent calls of the loud east wind, and a thick veil has been
 5 Text,  23|       birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then
 6 Text,  26|      desire! It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through
 7 Text,  45|         if the time were come to wind up my work, and I feel in
 8 Text,  46|         of birds, by the riot of wind at the festival of morning
 9 Text,  50|      said it was nothing but the wind. We put out the lamps and
10 Text,  50|         said 'No, it must be the wind!' ~There came a sound in
11 Text,  56|         love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes
12 Text,  73|       there is no passer-by, the wind is up, the ripples are rampant
13 Text,  79|           float it on the wanton wind and spread it in varied
14 Text,  98|          at every little puff of wind, and trying to light them