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Analysing the breezing winds,
Observing the path of it
The way it flows
And the way it ends.
Analysing the vagrant white
Floating high above the sky,
Wanted to reach extremely high
But as quit as kielder mires.
Observing the birds insight,
Flew like the breath inside,
Listeing to their chirruping
But finding strenuous to perceive
Finally flew away indeed.