can you hear it now?
can you feel it's cool caress on your skin?
it's silently blowing throw the trees,
it's blowing my hair around in the air,
it's so playful and gentel
so cool to my skin
can you fell the warm summer breeze?
nowon would think it could be so dangerous
it's whistling louder and louder
it's getting stronger and stronger
whipping my hair in a frenzy
the trees are all leaning the leaves are all flying
then as soon as it started it disapears
leaving terror and distruction where it once was
can you hear it whistling?
can you feel the cool caress of the wind on your skin?
slowley it dies into a breeze
a warm summer breeze
nowon would think it could bring such distruction...
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