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She smiles, he smiles,
She cried, he cried,
The Wind blows through the dust of seeds.
Nothing changes - he and she,
But everything does for me and her,
The Wind blows through.
Wind carry you!
...
One morning when the Sun was still dark
I took the Wind's hand
and we flew past all sorrows and flesh
decaying in ponds full of tears,
and monuments for temples long gone looked blindly as we passed
their ears full of prayers and sighs from lips turned to ash.
The Wind blows through the dust of seeds,
The Wind blows on,
The Wind blows through,
The Wind is a thought of the eternal me and you.
...
Wind carry you!
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