A breeze approached. Its breath I felt caress me. It had a song. A melody not unheard before. My hair aroused; it began to dance. I watched it curve and curl.
The breeze it passed. Its scent stayed on, but its song is forever gone.
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A breeze approached. Its breath I felt caress me. It had a song. A melody not unheard before. My hair aroused; it began to dance. I watched it curve and curl.
The breeze it passed. Its scent stayed on, but its song is forever gone.