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Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with this crutch,
it's old age and it's wisdom
It whispers, 'No, this will be the last.'


Will the wind ever remember The names it has blown in the past And with this crutch, it's old age and it's wisdom It whispers, 'No, this will be the last.'
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