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| It blew his thought away � So he chased it� Through the trees; the Dryads danced While Satyrs hooves stomped the beat. The tall trees swayed to the winds harp And the moon beams spot lit The breeze blew through the marketplace Making pendants sway And carefully hung tarps, sway. The booths, made from rickety poles Leaned just far enough not to break. Young ladies grabbed their bonnets And young men flew kites As the breeze blew The phalanx on knights stood In closed order. The wind playfully danced Amongst their horses hooves And amongst the armor of the knights Causing many whistles � A line of chain clad Man flutes for the wind By the time he stood here The thought was long gone Over the wooded hill |
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