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Winds of Change

I’ll turn the music up,
And pull my jacket on.
I’ll take a step outside
Into a waterfall.

I feel the warm breeze blow,
But it feels so cold.
I feel the brand new change,
But this story’s old.

I let the world around
Fade to dust.
I leave this wealth to die
And gather rust.

I’ll turn the music up,
and step outside.
I feel the warm breeze blow,
But it feels so cold.



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