The Wind The Wind Blows
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Peter S. Quinn
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The wind the wind blows
dreams from night destiny,
as dakness away goes
and a new day rises to be.
So much is in the dreams
that are now of yesterdays,
slowly from night beams
they turn into dawn's rays.
The wind the wind came
toches a moment gone,
nothing will be the same
that goes from there on.
You and I giving a beat
a heart that touches to feel,
tenderly ways to treat
if love affection is real.
The wind the wind's blows
and reality comes in,
with its highs and lows
and thoughts of daily spin.
Life is a wheel of desire
with love that comes to give,
all in its profound fire,
that the moments live
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