Where The Wind Blows

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The wind is fast approaching,
It is coming in strong,
And blowing through the air.
Like us, it can’t be tamed,
And it can’t be stopped.
It’s a fight we cannot win,
But we can still make it out alive.
Even if the signs leads to nowhere,
Nature will take its course
And somehow we’ll get there.
But we have to remain open.
Everything will be all right,
Grab my hand, hold on tight.
We’ve got a long way to go,
We’ll go where the wind blows.

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