an east wind blows across the plain
and past this lonely tree –
a season moves into an age;
the now, to history —
and we who stumble come across
such things, and stop to ponder;
the winds, the seasons, and us folk —
we all were born
to wander
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an east wind blows across the plain
and past this lonely tree –
a season moves into an age;
the now, to history —
and we who stumble come across
such things, and stop to ponder;
the winds, the seasons, and us folk —
we all were born
to wander
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