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Windspeaks
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innocence the wind, it speaks
whether it howls high in the night
I sleep, knowing when i wake up
Ill hold my blanket tight
The brown leaves are reminiscent
of the dreamy blue skies
that the clouds lay on
and the flirtatious little sighs
pondering such an essence
I can all but comprehend
the blank wind blows
and tells me to pretend
but the gray clouds are moving
and so is my fate
Which only I can change
and I, alone create
So the wind went his way
and I went mine
seeing that he only offered
Soothing joyous lies
But the hollow wind speaks
as if it was mistaken
never to find me again
I was, now, taken.
