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May 18
Does a new wind ever blow or die?
From the same fountain of cloud which has alway given?

In a upward lifting thought of sky
Is the dream relentless?
Or is it just the same day which we've all been living

I ask because I wonder why

Is this the new beginning?
I'm ready for this new breeze of freedom to stay.

I'm tired of the old me.
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