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The constant storm,

I dread of it

First it's still,

And then it's hit

I happy thee,

Friendly among them

But lies I find,

So, have I, sprung condemn

Oh! It lies, it lies!

It knows not what of me

The deceit it brings,

Transforms all to she!

I understand not,

of all these deceits

But understand this,

with all, shall come defeats!