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Rippling through my tresses
Lifting both my soul and my hemline
The wind soars through me
On the swings
Flying up to the clouds
Drifting back down again and again
The wind is here for me
I am not a preacher
I consider myself a leader
You make me feel like my life is on the line, no meter
I hate that we are brunched up together, 30 seater
More space please teacher and more attention
