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Oh, the wind blows north,
And the wind blows south—
Would a man dare kiss
His love on the mouth?

But the wind now east,
And the wind now west—
She wears a dagger
Under her vest!

Yes, maids have their moods—
But a man may try;
Blow the wind as it will,
He can only die.
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