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CRYING WIND
Sometimes on a quiet hillside
on a gentle easy day
if you listen closely to the softly blowing wind
you can hear her lonely song
and be touched by her distant tears...
So softly she speaks of forgotten times
and yearns for a long lost home
longing for a freedom
beyond which words may know
for in all of her journeys
still she finds no end...
Yes when the wind is quiet
one may hear her cry
and a soul who comes to know her as a friend
shall too await a refuge
that only God can send
J. Phillips 2002
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