The cascading wind
It doesn't divide its route
Every branch will get it
Putting its marks
The fairness through
Listening to its whirring sound
The tempo rising high and low
Sweeping through the air
The cascading wind
There is no divide and rule
Every one gets a fair deal
Listening to its sound in one's ears
It's the amazing grace
The whisper in the ears
The cascading wind
It doesn't divide its route
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