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        I - the wind. I'm weak. I - only motion Invisible lung air flow In an effort leaves - my reflection, In flight minutes As you move, Gliding clouds in the sky high.     I - the wind. I am looking for you. Where are you, well, where is it? I need you - easy one, the affectionate and bright. Touches you, I quietly and gently, To many, I'm so touched - yes, sinful. Do you want to - judge. What's the use? I - the wind.     I - the wind. Open house windows and doors, And I'll walk a shadow behind...

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