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Only the Wind

When rain turns to shower
And dreams fly no more,
Or white comes
Hand-in-hand with cold,
Only the wind will open my door.
When the air holds peace
And rays of gold roam,
While sea and sky
Collide in embrace,
Only the wind will take me home.
My longing heart
Like a puppet’s will be
When roads like branches
Forever part,
And only the wind decides my destiny.



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