Feel the wind on the ridges
The whirls in the meadows
The ice-capped reed announce
That the air is colder
I feel the strength of my heart
Quiver inside of me
But I have no cure
For the langour in your eyes
The wind will carry me away
The wind that would have killed us both
It saves my life
Your wish I'll keep in my mind
And if it won't come true
Our dream will dream
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