The stirring wind strokes the sea, not wanting to fight today
To tied to blow, to tied to show, how mighty he can be
The sea can be rough, the sea can be gentle, this is because the wind is mental
When the wind blows, she gathers and throws, spits then shows
How rough she can be
This is not me
I want to be free
So please wind, stop blowing on me.
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