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点击复制The wind asks nothing of those who roam
Nor does it call the lost back home
It simply moves it simply sways
A quiet truth in endless ways
It stirs the sea but seeks no shore
It climbs the peaks yet wants no more
It comes and goes with no demand
Yet leaves a mark on open hands
I long to hear the wild wind call
To feel its touch to lose it all
If it lingers I will stay
If it vanishes Ill drift away