Oh that whistling wind,
Keeps blowing through my hair,
My ear takes in the sound of change,
There is movement afoot,
So I cannot stay here,
The call is too strong,
For my resistence is weak.
My mind has already shifted,
Even as my feet stay in place.
It's time to put in motion,
A very changing scene,
Where the river of life is flowing,
And we must follow our course,
Perhaps, I'll see you there?
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