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Dark skies in the afternoon
Rain is falling
I can't see where I am
My landmarks are hidden
Unfamiliar trees emerge
Like giants from the wood
Daisies, like clouds in the ditch
Lilac air above, around
The wild wind carries me
It is easy riding
With the storm
But that is not my way
My way is against the wind
If I want to go where I belong
I need to sing a different song

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