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BLESSED WINDS AIRE-
I've tasted the virgin, wind;
The air was sweet as sin;
Pure white as sugar cane;
Relish as heathen rain;
My arms are wrapped around;
Been lost, now found was down now up;
When it's all said and done;
I smell of heaven
Soul fresh the air
Blessed wind aire
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
Copyright ©
James Edward Lee Sr.
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