The Winds they speak to me
They whisper a warning of disaster
Of wars and plots unleashed against me
Yet still I stand proud and unashamed
The Winds they howl past me
They scream a scream of bitterness and anger
Of Drama unleashed and running wild
Yet still I stand proud and unashamed
Yet still I stand proud and unashamed
I will not break or bend
Yet still I
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