i am the wind
that whispers in the barley fields
i am the stars
that hides behind the sultry moon
i am the beast
in the forest
waiting for death or hunger
i am the postman
who has lost his trade
i am the river
that sings along your banks
i am death
i am joy
i am the god
who roams this universe in frain
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