The wind that used to play with your hair
Is now calmly singing the longing song for me
It is fate that doesn't care
Your presence that'd set me free
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Presence
The wind that used to play with your hair
Is now calmly singing the longing song for me
It is fate that doesn't care
Your presence that'd set me free
