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             If the wind does call, have the sense in your heart

             In your head

             In your soul to hear it out

             For the wind's lamenting cry

             Cannot fall upon deaf ears

             Lest we forget where we came from

             That of which is the Atmosphere and not the Planet

             That of which is the Ocean and not the Sand

             Send forth your love and let it be known

             For life seems too short to have to wait for confirmation . . . .