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The birds came, they nestled. But they leave when the North wind blows... The worms came, they go again; and left nothing but wounds... But when HE came, she swayed in His undying melody, lifting her arms towards His rhythm, her leaves fluttering, showing both green and white. Her wounds filled up with His soft whispers, turning her pain into beautiful music. She found Him at last... her Breeze... |
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