It picks you up
And blows you away
Do I speak of the wind
Or another kind of nature
That lives inside of us
Wind comes as it pasts
It can be calm
Or become a storm
That can start the rain
It picks you up
And blows you away
I speak of love
Related to a nature
That lives beyond us
Love come as it pasts
It can be calm
Or become a storm
That can start the tears
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