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The Winds Written by Graham Jenkins The winds that come and go and go and come and blow the reasons why I think I love you so are warmer winds than winds that drift the sands, the sands that eye the dust and watch it settle on the loves I've lost that lie like jetsam on forgotten plains that count the cost of loves I've lost. |
"With flowers You paint, O Giver of Life! With songs You give color." -- NEZAHUALOYOTL (1402 - 1472), NAHUATL FLOWER SONGS |