Child Of Wind
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James McLain
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I know who you are,
a child of the wind.
Things that you wanted.
Blowing me away.
Know why I love you.
I slide through your hands.
You watch me shiver at night.
Love me, sweetly unrequited.
Make it feel love, somewhat better,
instead sand running, unbound.
Sitting under the moon.
Wondering like you, why.
Tommorrow my fate,
by you reconsidered.
I slide through your hands.
You help me to find,
my way back in.
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