The kind breeze blows
Beneath the vast sky;
The sky, the eternal entity
Never to be pale with the
Nature's changing course.
The mind, the heart, the sense
Benumbed with drowsiness now;
With only a sensation flowing
Through the souls, without
Any tinge of slumberness;
Dear God, let the breeze blow;
To give my soul a flow.
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