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The Warm Air Tune

I can hear your whistling in the next room
It has a beautiful echo that persists in my ears
I don't want it to go
But soon you'll run out of breath
And there will be a one, hanging, pause
The air won't move and I'll suffocate
But once you've resumed
My heart will stop
And a gentle breeze will apparate in my soul
I'll fill the gaps in your tune





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