There came whisperings in the winds

There came whisperings in the winds:
"Good-bye! Good-bye!"
Little voices called in the darkness:
"Good-bye! Good-bye!"
Then I stretched forth my arms.
"No-no-"
There came whisperings in the wind "Good-bye! Good-bye!"
Little voices called in the darkness:
"Good-bye! Good-bye!" 

(Stephen Crane, The Black Riders, XLIII)

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