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I watch the wind move through the trees
It lifts and carrys off there leaves
Pigs can fly if it's just right
In march I like to fly my kite
The cool breeze floats in on its tail
At night it seems to make a wail
The wind that brought me here is gone
It left me here to carry on
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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