Wind is the greatest emotion of love
It makes a leaf of the heart float with ease
All is lifted, even the tender dove
Nothing emphasizes like the breeze
Hair whips around
There is no need to be inside
Stick your heart out your head like a hound
There is no chance you could have died
This atmosphere is magic
Close, far, everywhere
Nothing has ever been tragic
It makes you feel debonair
Oh Wind!
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