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It Loves To Sing....

It loves to sing
It floats things from place to place
Horrible Things it can bring
It's a highway for the birds
It's like a current to the leaves
It never ends

It goes over the grass
Over the lake
Over the meadow
Over the sand
Over the Hill
It never ends

Sometimes it has cotton
Sometime it holds smog
There are good days
There are bad days
But it is always the same
It never ends



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