It is a wind's blow,
It is a lip's bow,
For the swift chants of the grass,
Or the sweet charms of the lass,
Or a talk of different sides,
In a world where both those rides,
Or the true natural bit,
Or the fake human wit,
Or wind's edge at full,
Or fool rhymes of a dull
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