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The clouds are fleeing an angry wind
and a cold day begins people hurry inside, fearful, fleeing him, him, who chases leaves and rain, not them, what does he know, what does he care, his mind is clear of all their worries and pain His kingdom is the endless air, where he roams, where he reigns so free he plays with my coat, caresses my hair, can he look inside me? Mighty wind, angry God, please take away my heart, my pain, tear it out of me with one great blow, never let me feel it again! Lift me up, let me ride on your wings, where I can feel your freedom, where I can hear you sing! Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2006
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