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The winds are calling by the front door
"Get yourself up and
Get out here this instant
In your sienna shirt
And that tattered old overcoat of yours"
Then another wind screams hot on its heels
"We're all here
Waiting for you to show yourself
We've got your favorite drops of sleet
Shooting across the air
So rush out, will you
And keep your promise to marry
The one among us
Who sings with a beautiful soprano voice
In the blackened forest of trees without leaves
Above the giant jagged rock in the distance"
The winds continue their screaming
Not letting up for an instant
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