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The Wind

Voices dripping with whisper
As silent airs breath in
Capturing the secrets
From the walls within

Troubled are the gusts
A rheum shaking even quiet lungs
While wisps travel
Over empty souls

And passion ships sink
When filled with heavy burdens
Led by kings
Whose men die for a stranger

So let the wind
Carry the thoughts
For they are lost
On those who do no speak

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