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Dec 2016
The wind is a living creature,
Just like you or me,
It has and obeys no leader,
And the wind will always be free.
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The wind is a spirit that can't be broken,
Its an eternal soul.
It will travel the world for centuries to come,
AndΒ Β carry Santa and his reindeer, back to the north pole.
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The wind has a mind of its own,
It likes to play tricks and pranks.
The wind fears no foe,
As it travels the world alone.
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The wind is not an invincible force,
It tires and aches too.
At the end of the day the wind sleeps,
On the horizon blue
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The wind will always be there,
Blowing and Puffing.
You'll never be alone,
The wind will always be ready to play.
This is it, the wind's full story.
Max Vale
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Max Vale  M/Somewhere
(M/Somewhere)   
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