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Words in the Wind
The Summer winds blow stories by;
Romance, adventure, fiction fly.
Some are out of reach, flying too high in the sky,
Others yet are in your grasp
They reach into your heart at last -they become your own.
The northern lights, we know as well,
Have many stories yet to tell.
From heaven for centuries they fell,
And if you look closely, they might just let you see
The wonderful futures they hold for you and me.
One must not forget the little stream,
For with fortunes do they gleam.
Fairytales, futures, stories and dreams-
One day, you will see.
The summer winds, the northern lights, the little stream now out of sight,
Are a beautiful creation that will see each minute through,
Until the very last day of doom.
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Romance, adventure, fiction fly.
Some are out of reach, flying too high in the sky,
Others yet are in your grasp
They reach into your heart at last -they become your own.
The northern lights, we know as well,
Have many stories yet to tell.
From heaven for centuries they fell,
And if you look closely, they might just let you see
The wonderful futures they hold for you and me.
One must not forget the little stream,
For with fortunes do they gleam.
Fairytales, futures, stories and dreams-
One day, you will see.
The summer winds, the northern lights, the little stream now out of sight,
Are a beautiful creation that will see each minute through,
Until the very last day of doom.
© All Rights Reserved
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