| Explosive as the daylight and with the dust I tease, I whisper through the willows, wreak havoc with the leaves. You feel me on your face, and hear me in the night, And with my lonely mournful cries I give you such a fright. I dance across the landscape, carefree and full of gust, You can chase me all around, try and catch me if you must. And in the cold of winter, I give you such a chill, But with the spring, I race young foals swiftly up the hills. The clues now spoken you have my friend, have you guessed me yet? |
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