Listen to the sound of the wind,
Soaring and howling like harps and timbrels,
Putting at rest the turbulent mind,
Like the sound of the spanish guitar on a broken heart.
The wind is the doctor,
The heart and soul of humans are the patients,
Oh! Beautiful and mighty wind of love,
When would you share your splendor with this hopeless soul,
Oh dear, answered the wind,
No soul is hopeless, no matter what,
I'll definitely wont mind sharing this with you,
If that is what would restore to you the hope that you crave so much.
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