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When I hear the wind whistling through the trees
I think of the sunny breeze that soothed our tired bodies
That dried pearly beads from your glistening, soft skin
That, when you left, wiped away tears of loneliness and chagrin.
When I see the brightness of the shining sun
I think of the rays of hope that seeped through our blinds
That striped our sleep with the shadows of clouds
That illuminated our souls with the sparkle of life
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