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Winds of Joy

Wish me to the winds that blow
Cross willows' leaves , to and fro ,
A place within their gusty breath
To lift up... my spirits low ,

And soar upon their thermals high
To farthest limits of the sky ,
Race me to wide oceans' waves
Where tears of joy will end my day.


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