WIND WIND WIND DEFINITELY NOT A DELIGHT
NO NOT A BREEZE OF SWEET OR SIMPLE GRACE
TORRID EXPLOSIVE TWISTING TURNING FURY IN FLIGHT
ALTERING MAN AND SCAPE PROVIDING A NEVER ENDING RACE
OH WYOMING SHALL NOT BE GOD'S MYSTERY IN THIS PLIGHT
FOR OUR LORD KNOWS THAT WITHOUT TIME WE LOSE OUR SPACE
AS MIND AND SIGHT REGAIN OH WYOMING WHAT A MOST BEAUTIFUL LIGHT
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