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"Four winds blowing thro' the sky, / You have seen poor maidens die, / Tell me then what I shall do / That my lover may be true. " / Said the wind from out the south, / "Lay no kiss upon his mouth," / And the wind from out the west, / "Wound the heart within his breast," / And the wind from out the east, / "Send him empty from the feast," / And the wind from out the north, / "In the tempest thrust him forth, / When thou art more cruel than he, / Then will Love be kind to thee. "