Riddle in the air
Riddle of wind blowing
Blowing, blowing small
Which side most beautiful?
Which side of Beauty shrine?
Which side the suffering?
And there be a riddle in me too
Think, think; where beauty be
All be; thus I decided:
I am on all sides, Riddle.
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