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Cool winds blowing

~~

I see a child

•

We are dying of selfishness

~|~

~|~

walk past the crying mother

Leave the beggar
For some other

:::

( yes )

•

We are free

//

Free as the death

We bring

:::

Cool winds singing

Thru the trees

for the one still listening

~~

I see a child

Dying

::

We are the masters at hiding

Our selfishness