Wind Is In The Yard
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The wind is in the yard
It plays, goes round,
Makes growling, sound.
Even so
My Soul, my Inner Soul
I feel restless
Going round and round
To find a peace
That transforms more
To a sad restlessness
And sore
Even so
Even so
For
The wind is in the yard
It plays, goes round,
Makes growling, sound.
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