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The way the wind moves through the trees,

An angels sweater is sewn

By a needle threaded with breeze

Every time the wind is blown.



Gusts are reminded every time

To leave two holes in the rear

For the angels wings to unfold,

And allow it to fly near.



The angel always brings

Scissors for its sweater.

To cut the hanging strings,

And allow it to fly better.