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my poetic self read the cool cool breeze first |
| The Cool Cool breeze II My soul unknown Mysterious I am Myself unknown Ages old I may blow stale Heavy I am with rain Pit-a-pat Pit-a-pat I flow in the cracks on the sidewalk I flow in the air Everywhere but nowhere I flow in gently chilling the room Dancing ‘round the windows Seen by the eyes of none As silent as a needle As loud as a storm Mysterious I am Myself unknown. |