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Wind
I hear you, sneaking there – whispering among the tree’s,
A delicate touch, they barely stir, as you dance amongst the leaves.
You carry scent, the messages of life, as across the land you fly,
With hidden notes upon your wings, story's spun within the eye.
Yet upon a whim your attitude can change, your ire you want to show.
You shake, you roar, you bend and break – you hu...
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