In the dark of night the wind blows eerily through the trees moaning hollowly as if it were a spirit waiting to be set free Trapped inside a whirl of air condemned to stay there till the end doomed to travel forever the earth the spirit of the wind Ever moving tirelessly the wind encircles the world from and to all four corners of the earth the spirit of the wind is hurled Singing sadly an eerie song pitifully pleading to be set free in the dark of night the wind blows eerily through the treesBirth sign: Not entered
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