I am the whispering winds of Autumn
I'm the sparkle of morninglight
I'm the echo in the darkness
I'm the chill in the air, its starkness
I'm the beckoning star in lonely night
I am the lightning in the rain
I am the tide that comes again
I am the pain and I'm the shelter
I'm the swelter in the drought
But without sweet love
I am without
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