No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
 
It’s flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn’t keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
 
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
 
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
 
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes...
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.

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