The strange lady of the hills
up there on the mount where she dwells
up there with her dogs, her love
the wind
the wind howls
she hears it howl
it fills her
it carries her
she dances on it
round, round she spins
dancing wind
howling wind
howling dogs
dance with her
bracken hair
raven eyes
sunken cheeks
she smiles
howling with the wind
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