Chimes
the fingers of the wind
tangle the old chime
it washes away winter's dim
that we all find
the warmth od spring is near
just beyond the trees
soon summer will be here
blown in on a soft breeze
the chimes will sing
through all the seasons
they will forever ring
the wind is their only reason
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