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I Hate The Wind
Zakaria Glenza
I hate the starting of the storm,
And I love its end,
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Because it always caused me some harm,
And I found no way to mend,
Though I love the rain,
And I hate the wind;
I hate it, as no use for it I found,
It only thrills me, and I hate its sound;
I hate it, because it puts the disorder into my hear,
It also dirt my white coat, I like to wear;
I love the rain,
And I hate the wind;
I hate it , as it troubles the calm sea,
It makes it wild, and this state always spreads to me;
I hate it, because it doesn't know when it's good to blow,
It always does against, when I want to go;
I love the rain,
And I hate the wind;
I hate it, it's so violent,
It makes much noise in a world so silent;
It makes suffering every red rose,
It makes time go quick, when it sometimes slows;
I love the rain,
And I hate the wind;
I hate it, it stands against till I can't take a breath,
And if it lasts, it leads to death;
What are we supposed to do when the wind is there ?
Would we keep living off the walls, is it really fair ?
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