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The Wind is My Enemy
The wind blows hard and mighty Its icy breath never leaves me I shake and I shiver I cannot find any warmth I cannot catch my breath The wind has me in its clutches It will not let me go It blows with a fury From the North to the South From the South to the North I can never tell It just envelopes me With its harsh reality It exists but is impossible to see It's always there burning with intensity I am burned with its raw sub-zero breath I can't see and I can't think I am buried in the snow The wind is helping to bury me It is on top of me The wind-blown snow I am gone The wind is my enemy They will not remember me |
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