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Here is a thing my heart wishes the world had more of: I heard it in the air of one night when I listened To a mother singing softly to a child restless and angry in the darkness.
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Winds of the Windy City, come out of the prairie,
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Let the crows go by hawking their caw and caw.
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Let ’em hawk their caw and caw.
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