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it brush your hair to the side
it cools you off from within
your eyes are like the time
running down to me
counting down till we are closer
hold on to the breeze
the zephyr that comes your way is a hidden message from me
Where does the wind go
I am the wind
I'll come to you
If I have to run
I'll run to you
Where does the wind go when the night is almost over
to a place of rest
you are my rest and happy place
Where does the wind go
to a place called home
you are my home
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