The gush of the winds is enough to bowl you over.
No love found, and none lost.
Yet, with every glance, every chance.
It will make its way through, to find you.
Beckon it. Embrace it.
No love found, and none lost.
Yet, with every glance, every chance.
It will make its way through, to find you.
Beckon it. Embrace it.
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