In the whispers of the wind , Hu is heard,
In the silence of the soul an unspoken word.
Within the heart, in the dawns gentle hue,
There lies the essence, the eternal Hu.
A breath in the stillness, a sigh in the night,
The infinite whisper, pure and bright.
In the depths of the heart, where mysteries brew,
Hu is the nane , the essence true.
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