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Habagat
Late afternoon it began. Quietly, suddenly.
Strength gathered at sea. A whirl, a wind.
The rain fell like the mist. Thirsty, were we.
The south still stirs tonight. Hurry, to me.
Strength gathered at sea. A whirl, a wind.
The rain fell like the mist. Thirsty, were we.
The south still stirs tonight. Hurry, to me.
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