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A Picture of Me |
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Morgan Lorrie |
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Wind why do you blow into poor people's eyes
And push the rich ones ahead
Not letting them have a breath of poverty
Wind you stream the hair
Of bad and good people
Chill their bodies with yout blow
Cool our exited minds
Swing me on enormous sky
So that I could flight like the birds
Rise me into the air upon the swirling clouds
Wind croon your song
The most cool melody
Wind tell your story
In your cold song
Wind you are immortal
You outlve whole world
You are indestructible
Sinister and quiet
Wind you break in your arms
All the growing trees
Sometimes you are might
And then delicate graze
Why do you wail like wolves
Starving in the wilderness
Sometimes you croon quiet
Your deadly lullaby quiet
Wind you pretend me
With hour fresh inspiration
You rush alwats ahead
Changing someday the tempest
Swing me on enormous sky
So that I could flight like the birds
Rise me into the air upon the swirling clouds
And tease me in your cold touch
Wind croon your song
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