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When I was young, very young,
I’d hear the wind blowing.
I knew then that it sang,
So many different songs that
I would lie awake for hours
And listen to the language
In which it spoke.
The wind had a special song
It sang when the leaves quivered
On the aspen trees, and the
Yellow gold leaves of the
Cottonwood trees shook.
The wind would play a gentle
Tune when it blew against
My face on a hot summer day.
In October, the Fall wind
Would send leaves rustling
Down the street and into the yards.
In the winter, blizzards came and
Blew fiercely against my windowpane.
Sometimes I could hear a growl
Around the weather-stripping
On the front door.
The saddest song I ever heard
was when the wind blew around
The headstones in the cemetery,
Leaving behind a song of
Mourning for the dead.
Yu/stan/kema.
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