Oh there are sweet breezes
Come from the ocean
And drawn by the wind about
All over the little hamlet
When the nights come
The skies become gloomy
And the trees shuffle
Enjoying the romance of the air
But the wind smilingly, silently
Sieves thru, pushing the heat
And making the lovers night chill
The coldness is not for the flesh
It passes messages to lonely ones
The soul needs a friend
The blows of the mild airs
Calling out to all, listen
Love is worth it, yes
But who plays all about this
Who knows the secrets of the heart
And listens to the hearts of men
Browsing the feelings felt
And to all openly minds
Reading the long tales written
Many knew not of this
Never again can the wind can tell
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