Whistling Sound

The whistling sound,

It surrounds my soul,

I hear it now,

In the dead of night,

Is it great or not,

To be so profound,

To hear the hither lands,

To see the future plans,

I wonder how I know,

That today is old,

The time is gone,

But the whistling persists.

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