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The blowing of the wind,so cool and refreshing
Bringing, the wisps of my brown-gold hair across the side of my face
The wisps of hair tickle my nose
The way clouds form a perfect picture and the birds seem to notice,
Whisper
Quietly
In the ears of the clouds that animals gallop
Across the green grass, with no care at all.





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