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252The meadow's lowing now is sinking
203And there, in that other shade, you scatter the thronging clouds of flies
204Like a black wind
185Your lips are the black grouse's brow
186From an old rowboat's transom
177Ever these shades draw me in
178In the gorge where the dog rose blooms
179Wind, you hear, this deed is frightful!
1610Wind, is that you?
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