The wind has many friends,
It wakes the morning birds.
It stirs the grass and opens flowers,
Moves us with its words.
But its song may soon end,
Though the world may hear,
The wind will never gain the love of
The one it holds dear.
The bright clouds dance lightly,
High above the wide earth.
The wind pursues the flighty temptress,
Who flees, full of mirth.
The wind’s endless struggle
Will make your heart frantic,
Unless you care not for tales of a
Hopeless romantic.
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