Wind, that I can say to you, gives this smooth song me, it give that delicious voice me to listen, to happen slowly through my ears. Alive in constant change, alive to feel between my hands, and now you change your course. Love me so that if I am not strong, to take old more when you decide to loosen to me I will say to you that not yet I am flight-ready. Sensitively I take leave to the bluish touch of your fingers and it allows me to remain until seeing the dawn.
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