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Anonymous
"The Autumn Wind is a Pirate, Blustering in from the sea, With a rollicking song, He sweeps along, Swaggering boisterously.
"His face is weather-beaten, He wears a hooded sash, With a silver hat about his head, And a bristling black mustache.
"He growls as he storms the country, A villain, big and bold, And the trees all shake and quiver and quake, As he robs them of their gold.
"The Autumn Wind is a Raider, Pillaging just for fun, he'll knock you around, and upside down, and laugh when he's conquered and won."
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