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The Great Dance of the Staples
What angers air to wind?
Restless from a dismal sleep?
Sending shivers down the spine
Of the tall umbrella willow
Standing his ground to not give in
To the root-splitting wind
That's drawn up weaker ones
What troubles air to stir?
And scare the rabits into scurrying
Down the tunnels soiled up
Where the winds shall never tread
That's shallowed other rabbits whole
When will the air but calm and still?
To slow to a waking sleep?
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