The wind will play a song in the morning
On it's silver flute
Whistling
Through the trees
The wind will chill me tonight
Cool me in the summer
Snow on my face
As storms rage
The wind will make art today
Creating autumn scenes
As leaves change colors
Red, Orange, Yellow
The wind will blow everyday
It will tickle a baby's cheek
Put a smile on a couple's face
And blow my ashes away
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