I feel the air blowing my hair
The breeze upon my cheek
The silence of the night
A movement in the dark
The shimmer of the waves
Tree leaves blolwing
Flower's growing
I feel the air
The shipa are moving
Planes are flying
Birds are singing
Children are playing
I feel the air upon my cheek
The sweet kiss of death
The morning sun
The dew on the grass
There are so many
Things upon the earth
To see and feel
The world is beautiful
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