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Where does the wind go ?
Where does the wind go
when it passes by ?
Maybe one day I shall follow,
hitch a ride perhaps my last.
See the pigeons playing,
dancing pas de deux,
I shall be alone
meeting a love of long ago.
How did the wind blow then
Was it west or east,
somewhere in between ?
It does not really matter,
the world is round they say;
If I fail the journey
I shall return to here
Here,in my wood
I'll stay a while,
catch another breeze,
should one pass again.
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