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when will the wind ever speak again

Flowers speak of peace as the mud engulfs its voice
The wind has forgotten how to speak
But the song still makes them dance
Indians scattered sleeping restlessly
On their warm cozy homicide
The dance never ends till everything is silent
But when will the wind ever speak again





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