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when wind speaks it says:"I am the river.""I am the torrent of tearing flame.""I remove bodies."and "I hold void. I have no shape."and I heard thisstanding on the street looking south to the hillwhere clouds were risingechoing my body, being emptied and filled"wind's poem by mount eerie"recited by tongues made of woodin no languagereverently misunderstoodby me, and then passed on in the dream worlddeluded and proud, form greeting formwind screamingby mount erie, among the cliffs by the hillside, among the clouds that never liftsaying:"I am the river.""I am the ocean of changing shape.""I bring bodies."and "in the void you heard my nameand you are like me.Letras de cancionesyou are nothing but a placewhere dust is dancing."and then I gust that made me shake:so,fleeting and youngwith mythologies pulled from lackI wake up repeatedlyand belong to the blackmeanwhile the moon in my mindshines brightly From Letras Mania