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Drifting in the Wind
I hear a haunting melody drifting in the wind
as though a Stradivarius had been chinned
Gently, it dried the tears of willows weeping
slowly drifted past my window as I lay sleeping
It tickled my ears as I slumbered in a dream
then touched the glow of a golden moonbeam
Copyright ©
Lin Lane
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