The wind stood up and gave a shout.
He whistled on his fingers and Kicked the withered leaves about And thumped the branches with his hand And said that he'd kill and kill,
And so he will and so he will.
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James Stephens
James Stephens (9 February 1880[1] – 26 December 1950) was an Irish novelist and poet.
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