The wind it comes it goes I move with every breathe you make I cross I go I don't mind the mistake The earth it feeds, I feed, you feed And all that it counts is us The death it grows deep within The shelter we build the trust
The nature's call to stay
Blinded by the tone of you I fuel the truth is known Closed eyes guide me through Your tenderness it beams the best when we we are alone
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