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Wind
They used to call him Wind
because he moved like that
swift as a cat and he liked to get lifted
light on his feet
always landed on the same street
he was sweet on the eyes
and smoother than satin
then something happened
heard he had to lay kind of low
skipped out at the show-down and slowed down
when I look in his eyes I see the sadness of a restless
past
shadows through a smoked glass window
Wind blow
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