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The wind is there...
The wind is there
to blow your hair
and wet your eyes,
as you start to cry.
And comes and goes
as the wind blows,
Is nothing more,
than my minds whim.
Changing and leaving,
waiting for the sun.
Surrounded by silence,
warming our skin.
The wind is there
to come and go,
to scream and blow
away our sins.
