Wind howls
Loud
Beat down
Hurdles over the ground
Whooshing down
We won't make a sound
Hooves pound
Whispers abound
Loud
Beat down
We won't make a sound
The river runs over ground
Would make the mighty falls proud
So loud
We hear them drown
As the wind pounds down
Howling as the wisps roll in to shroud
We won't make a sound
For darkness is abound
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