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I'm the wind,
Who could never be seen.
Whom you could feel ,
But never know.
Who could know everything,
But never feel.
The earth, she can feel everything
For one day, all falls.
She is always seen.
But she pays the price,
For she can never speak,
She can never hide,
She can never know.
Even in the deepest oceans
You know she's somewhere down there.
She's scorched and cleared,
Flooded and paved.
She births each life.
She dies each death.
But I'm the wind.
And I pay the price too.
I can't breathe to be smothered.
All I can, is sing on moonless, starless nights;
Hoping a flame nearby
would flicker and hear me,
Bend and point my way,
Making me visible to the heavens overhead.
Perhaps thats what I need,
A flame to set aflame.
A flame to shine with,
A flame to dance with...
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