The Wind Was Whispering Secrets
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The wind was whispering secrets
The trees were loath to tell,
So they wrapped them with their blossoms,
And left them where they fell.
The wind was making dust clouds
That were covering up the sky,
And soon the sun was laughing-
To see how they flew by.
The wind was teasing children
And taking kites away;
So they tied them to the gate-post-
And there they had to stay.
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