You wait there for me
At the bottom of a dream
But your eyes are running
And i rearrange
The letters in your name
Yes im searching for something
When the wind it comes, and the wind it goes
Now you see her, and now you don’t
And you’ll never know where that wind goes
When the wind does not blow
The late summer leaves shimmer in the heat
And burn a fevered dream
And im swirling without aim into a vision i can claim
When that vision has already claimed me
When the wind it comes, and the wind it goes
Now you feel her, now you don’t
And you’ll never know where that wind goes
Now that the wind does not blow.

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