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Wind Song
Mimi Drodsky

I sit by the window
and watch the breeze
tingle the leaves
on all the trees.

I sit by the window
and hear the wind sing,
carrying spring,
making air ring.

Wind! Wind! Blow me a song.
Toss me a ship from the sea.
Fling me a willow tree tall and strong.
Whirl the world closer to me.