There uphill, music from the wind
Arrive upon paths walked by the kind
It’s a hymn for the simple-minded
Piped in the day and late in the night
The whistling wind conducts,
From uphill the melody went
Wandering with a rhythm so soft
That the wild is attentive to it
The dusk breeze is a curious pack
It turns the starless night black,
To free symphony, upon the peak
That incites a peaceful hamlet
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