Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/Two Winds
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TWO WINDS
The north wind breathes his bitter stinging breath,
And all the little flowers fall down in death;
The south wind whispers over field and plain,
And every tender bud comes back again.
And all the little flowers fall down in death;
The south wind whispers over field and plain,
And every tender bud comes back again.