Tunes of the wind

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I sashay across the greens and browns

Pausing a little, then whizzing off

I rustle, I nestle, I roam around,

Across the dunes, plains and terrains

Across the shores, seas and mountains..

Sometimes it's a girl's hair that I gently flutter

Sometimes it's the trashcan that I trouble and tumble

Under the vast sky, I spur my dance

I provide solace,

I strike terror;

I roar in storm,

I buzz during shower,

A lot it is, which I do.

Wheeze o whiz

All the way,

I whistle my chimes

Of windy times..

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