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We are the wind we are the wind we
are the wind I lean my brow
against an early dream the wall
of house yard apricot
tree that's how it goes with never a knock
on the heavy gate all's still yet in the leaves
beliefs above my head and old in the dream
such moanings murmurs as we are
the wind we are the wind we are
the wind that whispers at the gate that never knocks
but only grazes chafes at the smeared
posts is neverstill the wall
starts to tremble knows
not where to turn and leaves my brow
alone to dream this dream of the older we
we are we are
the wind.
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