W ind is like your lover running his fingers through your hair I n winter on a stormy night it sings its peaceful song ...
Wind W ind is like your lover running his fingers through your hair I n winter on a stormy night it sings its peaceful song N o one can can see it but we know its there D on't ever go wind.
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