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Wind
Wind
Feel it
Hear it
The cool running from end to end
The whistle blowing in your ear.
The way it sings to you while it dances
The way it soars from her to you.
The wild
Theway it flies without a wing
The way it soars without a brain.
The free
The way you can't cathc it with your hand
The way you ride it left to right.
There is no stop
There is no end
For this is
Wind
Feel it
Hear it
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