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| The wind is like a human soul. You don't know where it comes or goes. It has a most mysterious role That no one really every knows. At times it's gentle, like a song When wafting sweetly through the air. At other times it's very strong And flattens buildings everywhere. Our souls can comfort or give pain. It's up to us to use them well. They may be fancy, or just plain. We have to see their fruit to tell. | ||
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