She walks in beauty, like the night
sweetly step by step
It's like she's flying in the mist
and the wind is where she's at
But
One thing that I don't understand
and simlpy I must plee
That the women in the wind
was the women I envied
Yes
She walked like she had power
bowed down behind her was the trees
And then I came to notice
that I am her and she is me
I wonder what we'll be
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