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Emotions Chilly wind relentlessly blowing
yet you and I swing in a race
warm in heart in the cold night
keep swinging, fly higher
voices shrieking crescendo joy
even as the wind became harsher
motes of dust hit our eyes,
and were forced to close
giggles and laughter fill the air
and as all cares vanish
the chilly wind, blows on.
