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The Wind Angels
The Wind Angels, gently soaring through the air.
The Wind Angels, bringing a soft breeze to the world.
The Wind Angels, slowly hovering everywhere.
They went high up in the skies.
Just to claim their prize.
From their leader.
“Leader, Leader, the prize we come to claim! ”
the angels cried blowing out a flame.
“There shall be no prize today.
Work twice as hard and you’ll get twice the gold you needed.”
“Please-o-please.” the angels pleaded.
But the angels could not bare for they needed their own share.
Then they blew out another flame.
“It is you who ...