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The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.

William C. Bryant

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William C. Bryant
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March
Stormy
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Rushing
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Blast
Wind
Flies
Hear
Valley
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Valleys
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