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i am the howling wind

full of power and rage

i bring down trees,

and tear homes apart,

but inside i am a cloud



and weak

many do not understand

who i am and

what i can become

but then neither do i

some days i am cold

and other days i am not

i do not follow a direction

but i am not lost

i simply go where i must

i follow my own path

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