You make the wind blow,
and the sun go,
and moon shoot down away,
you made the tornado spin around around,
and the clouds accumulate,
you made the rain pour this very day...
as the thunder blares your name! ! !
The waves try to get closer to you,
and the sandstorms do what only,
you tell them to,
and at the very snap of your fingers,
you could turn it all around,
at the very snap of your fingers,
my knees would hit the ground,
away you go now...
but you never leave me...
away you go now...
but i'll see you soon,
because you're here...
yes you're here...
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