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WIND OF THE SOUTH by JENNIE MCBRIDE BUTLER

First Line: TENDER YOU WERE AND SHY, WIND OF THE SOUTH
Last Line: MY LOVE IS DEAD, BENEATH THE SOUTHERN STARS.
Subject(s): DEATH; LOVE - LOSS OF; WIND; DEAD, THE;
TENDER you were and shy, wind of the South.
You blew me kisses from my lover's mouth;
With your caressing touch upon my cheek
I closed my eyes, and thought I heard him speak.

Wind of the South, cruel you are and bold,
In your wild cries my wretchedness is told;
Beyond the frozen sails and icy spars
My love is dead, beneath the Southern stars.



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