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/ The ways of the wind are eerie / And I love them all, / The blithe, the mad, and the dreary, / Spring, Winter, and Fall.
/ When it tells to the waiting crocus / Its beak to show, / And hangs on the wayside locust / Bloom-bunches of snow.