| A gentle rustling assents
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| To gusts of fury south and west
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| Foretelling of the nearing guest
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| Of rapture and of doom forlorn
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| Behold the streams, the undesired
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| Beneath the shadow of his wings
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| Descending in his silent power
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| Majestic being the tempest brings
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| The desert sands may bury deep
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| Enigmas that were once to keep
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| But true to legend past engraved
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| Continueth the search for prey
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| Behold the streams, the undesired
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| Beneath the shadow of his wings
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| Descending in his silent power
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| As guard, as executioner
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| As dew bites dust to bitter end
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| And ivy breathes its deadly breath
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| The roving minstrel, troubadour
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| Intones his eastern song of yore
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| Behold the streams, the undesired
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| Beneath the shadow of his wings
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| Descending in his silent power
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| A grinning child in wretchedness
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| An aria of howling pain
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| An ode to torment and distress
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| A grip that holds beyond demise
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| An empty stillness in his eye
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| From whirling sands and heightened sun
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| To heightened moon and gusts of wind
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| As guard, as executioner
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| Beneath the shadow of his wings |