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moved by the gentle breeze
ringing out musical notes
in orchestration
sweet songs in the air
profound, pleasing and gentle
soothing to this ears
The wind chimes bleat
the sweetness of memories
humbled hopes of happiness
new dimensions in dreams
prosperity in thoughts
my being enhanced
even my shadows glare
but the breeze blows past
moves the chimes to a halt
songs end, music dies down
melody fades into darkness
happiness to oblivion
only the memories remain
ah! will it die down too?
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