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Windward Rise whirling patches of air plummet here and settle there. How goes life upon the wind? Travel is swift, out then in. That's how I miss the moment. When the wind greets with a wave I don't notice, I'm always too busy with things today. Air flies off, lost, and away That's how I miss the present. |
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