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What The Wind Brings

I don't fear
Too many things
It may be that
I still have hope
Even when I cry
With heavy tears
Even if sometimes
love is like a knife
That cuts deep
And makes me bleed
I still want to believe
Even when I am down
staring at the ground
I always want to stand up
And turn it around
To dance and to sing
Again and again
until I find what is
The last thing
the wind brings

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