The Fickle Breeze
Sighing softly to the
Comes the loving breeze,
Setting nature all a-quiver,
Rustling through the trees
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The Fickle One
My eyes went away from
Following a dark girl who went by
She was made of black
Made of darkpurple grapes,
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