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The wind blows past my window,
letting me know its there. Whistling to get my attention, It's going I know not where. I cannot capture it if I try, Its always on the move. But if I open my window, It blows in with a sigh. Its silent at the window now, The wind has gone away. I hope it will come back again, and stay another day.
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