who am I?
the wind doth cry
to stop the lie
that I must die
and so I try
to cry fie
and paint the sky
so full of why
that when I die
my work will fly
and none deny
what I supply
does please the eye
with words thereby
and so farewell
the wind doth cry
to stop the lie
that I must die
and so I try
to cry fie
and paint the sky
so full of why
that when I die
my work will fly
and none deny
what I supply
does please the eye
with words thereby
and so farewell
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