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Stolen Glory MAG

By Anonymous

   The Winds whispered

Secrets to me,

One early morning.

They complained the gentle rains

Stole their ancient glory.

I asked what I could do,

But received no reply.

Anyway, how could I chance

To help the mighty winds,

Whose strong hands have held

The wisest of warriors,

Like Hercules and Theseus.

I am only a lost soul

Who envies the wind and

Curses the rain.





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