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I love the height of summer

The whole forest is mine

Or rather, the world is at my feet

I am the wind, and the wind is the bird

My standard is to stay on top

The second is to play songs

Take a low-mid-pitched octave

Put the hour's

Now the dream

Sing it to yourself

Sing it to the daytime

I walked beautifully on the leafy branches

for I have wings of faith

Between trees

I bounced, took off, and had fun

I am the wind, and the wind is the bird

I have a happy fruit

Love

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