Gone with the Wind


Gone with the Wind

            There’s a pin

            A little sin

            Come here

            Don’t go dear


            Hear the wind

            See my kin

            Look away

            Don’t go gray



            Like a cap

            Popped it off

            Now don’t cough


            Free you are

            So now go

            Let me say

            Over the hay


            Don’t be pinned

            Cause it’s him

            The bad man

            Red and white


            Not a pretty sight

            But go now

            I don’t know how

            Maybe just go


            Gone with the wind



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