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self.words.wind.
For I am made of grass and soil.
I am the holder of words that coil.
For I am the carrier of water and air.
With golden flowers and flowing hair.
These stories and music and colors, too.
They entangle and tourniquet the life of a fool.
(book: The Godfather by Mario Puzo)
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