Windy nights are thirsty for change

February 23, 2012 § Leave a comment

Windy nights are thirsty for change and read last pages first.
Windy nights are thirsty for change and forget all the places they went.
Windy nights are thirsty for change and so they make no friends.
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The wind drank rain and felt sorry for us.
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The wind is gone and left behind all things changed.
We can hear the music from afar.
The music we played before the wind came.
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The wind drank rain and felt sorry for us.
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