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Whispering Breeze

Whisper soft and weave your dreams
Brush my cheek with fleeting kiss
I hear your murmurings, and it seems
All that’s life is bliss.
 
Hush now, I hear your song
rustling through the leaves
You’ll be gone 'ere so long
Whistling through the trees.
 
I love the evenings, lazy, long;
when hushed, the whispering breeze
So softly calls and then is gone
Across the azure seas.
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