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She would
borrow
the words from
whispering winds
She would steal
the tunes from
singing birds
and would
create
a world of
songs around her
Indifferent to
the shackles of time,
unaffected by
the fetters of fate,
she would sing
many songs
Songs of hope
songs of love
songs of joy
songs of freedom
songs of songs
Today
I saw
her wandering free,
free from fetters
shackles and all...
I saw
her singing along
with those birds
from whom she used to
steal her tunes,
and kissing the winds
that used to
lend her their words...
And I heard
the sky whisper
to the earth:
'She has
enchanted
her dreams
into life!'
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