I stop and I listen
To the wind as it sings
Let it lift me up on streams that glisten
And I fly on nonexistent wings.
It sings a song that no one hears
But every one seems to know
The notes are a whisper as it blows past your ears
So take a moment to stop and listen when you see the wind blow.
The song it plays has no words
Yet hidden in the breeze is a
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