Night Wind
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James McLain
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When the night settles down it sleeps.
The night wind is warm as it settles,
sweet sport or mirthful celebration.
Hearing a noise,
weather there it is, or not.
Weather you had known me not, her well.
Where I knowest you not, hearing laugher,
and she 'said', untill then....stay free.
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