The Wind

The wind controls the waves in its time
throughout the seasons in recurring rhyme
From time to time, as the elements collide
waves disturb the regular tide

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Winds blow, billows flare,
The water trembles with fear.
See if the coast this rage can bear,
And if not, wash the land with tears

The wind of the ā€œ80sā€, seems peaceful and mild,
the change of weather made it rough and wild.
The cry for independence became a state of mind,
sand in the eyes made us willfully blind

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The wind of the old days, brought a new strife,
between mortality and eternal life.
The source of this battle hung on a cross
And gave his life for all of us

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