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Every so often
Every so often
When the breeze
Comes from the East
I hear your voice
Speaking softly to me
I feel your presence
As if you were near.
And when you hear
The whistle of the breeze
When it moves to the East
It is my song
It carries along
Softly singing wind
Under your wings.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright - 01/08
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