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I, Wind


Up along the Cedar Tree I whirl

Clouds are my eyes

You are Sun heating me high

I cannot be anything but moved

Even in the cold darkness of slumber

You come eventually rising up over my horizon

And my song whispers up along your branches

Unheard through the vacuum of space

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