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THE HAUGHTY WIND
Your name I wrote on the wave-swept shore,
A name that is etched upon my heart,
How could I forgive the haughty wind,
For trying to wipe away my heart's sore?
On the terrace where we often played,
Everything asked me about you,
The chimney-top where you often sat,
And gazed at the sky; also missed you.
I challenged the wind and asked,
If it could erase you from my mind,
Would I forgive its insulting gust,
With which it lashed at the wavy blue?
