00:00Wind. Who sent you, messenger, running without any feet, all puff and scurry, but never out of breath?
00:10First you're all over me, then you're off over the next hill before I've laid eyes on you.
00:15Don't waste your size on me. There's a song in you somewhere among all those leaves and seeds,
00:21the pocket fluff you carry in the folds of yourself. Sing it around her house, where my voice can't reach her.
00:28Trespasser, traipsing through cornfields. No one can stop you. Berserker, havocing among oak branches.
00:37You play in the surf, whippersnapper, a restless host to the rain that nests in your hair.
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