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The Wind Folds


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The Wind Folds. O wild west wind, thou breath of autumn's being, thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead. On the french coast the light.

Polish folds fluttering in the wind Stock Photo Alamy
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4 gleams and is gone; 2 the tide is full, the moon lies fair. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, the lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, the plowman homeward plods his.

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Polish folds fluttering in the wind Stock Photo Alamy

2 the tide is full, the moon lies fair. Are driven, like ghosts from an. On the french coast the light. 2 the tide is full, the moon lies fair.

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