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1    1|              The wind that blows~ ~
2    3|   The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is
3    6|   now dark, the mind still blows and roars in the wood, the
4    7|  surprised when the herald blows his summons before some
5   14|     and it would take many blows with a trowel to clean an
6   14| which bore so many violent blows without being worn out.
7   16|    to crack it by repeated blows with their bills. They were
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