There once was a wind
that blew through my heart,
whistling on its merry way.
But one day my tears dried up
and my heart became arid and desolate.
Neither sand nor sky stirred
and the wind stilled to empty gusts.
There once was a wind
that blew through my heart,
whistling on its merry way.
But one day my tears dried up
and my heart became arid and desolate.
Neither sand nor sky stirred
and the wind stilled to empty gusts.
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