Do not sound pretty chimes.
Do not sing the wind's song as it dances across your shimmering silver.
Be as silent as the cold night air, but stay as beautiful as the sunrise on the morning dew.
Say so wonderful but do not wake him.
Do not let him unleash his anger and tear your voice, your voice of the wind, down.
Do not let him take your child's laughter, and wise stories, from me.
Keep your melody alive, so when he is gone, you can sing your beautiful wonders of the wind.

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