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The wind
As the wind calls my name
by the silents of the trees
beauty of hope to begin
the words of love in are day
with someone special to call my own
love today you and me
falling by the wind of the tree
and the leaves blowing away in are
day
by the silents of the trees
beauty of hope to begin
the words of love in are day
with someone special to call my own
love today you and me
falling by the wind of the tree
and the leaves blowing away in are
day
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The wind
The wind
