The winds blew fast and strong;
she didn't have much time.
The wait was less than long,
but longer'd be a crime.
The winds came hard and fast;
they whispered what to do.
"Entrust yourself to us,"
"and we'll entrust to you."
As city buildings wept;
and dust flew in her eyes,
she thought of all she'd promised,
the familiar lullabies.
And with a whip of wind;
the decision could not fade,
she'd look for western skies
where greener pastures could be made.
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