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THE BUNCH OF THE WIND



Gather the wind;
My one bunch sum
The Prince of Peace
The holy clip.

My holy Glit
Pronounce the Wind
To bind thy sheaves
In one full bunch.

Let the Eastwind
Enter the earth
And take from it
The real born Son.

Stagger the tree
To nothingness
And let the Wind
But take the fruits.


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THE BUNCH OF THE WIND

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