Wind on the Hill
No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind comes from
Where the wind goes
Its flying from somewhere
Fast as it can
I couldnt keep up with it
Not if I ran
No one can tell me
Nobody knows
Where the wind comes from
Where the wind goes
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
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Inverno houra Roselia
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