moans of the wind
groans of the wind
laments of the wind.
few minutes ago
of them was no sound
but now they be around.
dream, houses, dream
the winds around they press
their tickling now abound.
ah! life be full,
full of woes and gusts
of storm wind!
in the midst dance we
polka and tango,
and the Dance of the Naked Ghost
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