the wild winds swirl around and around Picking up dust and leaves,
you can't touch even though you try.
It picks your soul up and dances with it.
You want to twirl with it, but
people are around and you don't,
but when you're alone
you dance, leap, and run
with the wild winds.
You can't leave,
you are in a new world
full of magic and beauty,
but it's time for dinner,
though you will be back
to play again.
You promised.
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