The Old Windmill

Once I went on the top of hill;

it was so high,

it was so thrill,

once I went on the top of hill;

clouds around there,

it felt so chill.

Once I went to the top of hill;

I went thorough boulevards,

I went through woods,

I saw the beautiful places,

that no one could.

What I saw there ,was the old windmill,

 On the top of hill,

She was walking with the wind,

Whenever it flows,

She Sounds like Playing flute,
Whenever wind blows.

The moon came up,on the top of hill;
Shining on the old windmill,
made her young and beautiful,
like she was once before.

And now she was getting older,
like my grandfather,
Still she was standing alone,
The old windmill,on the top of hill.

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