O! Gale

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Lo! He wrecked the houses with his tantrums,

Fading the charisma of rosy evening.

Ceaseless blusters, forbidding my ray of euphoria!

My restive chi went down in flames.

A translucent shine, seized gloominess

Hither arrives seven prettiness...

The hue evening, erased mischievous Gale!

And bought, warm bouquet of bliss.

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