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I feel the wind
soft on my face
calling me to gentler climes
The waves break
and turn again
I long to follow
But instead must
tear away my gaze
from distant horizons
to smaller worlds
clustered around me.
I look behind and sigh.
soft on my face
calling me to gentler climes
The waves break
and turn again
I long to follow
But instead must
tear away my gaze
from distant horizons
to smaller worlds
clustered around me.
I look behind and sigh.
