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I am |
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I am the wind blowing through |
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the tree standing outside your window |
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I can feel you watching me |
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I am the branch that softly scrapes |
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the wall outside, against your window |
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I know you are watching me |
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During the storms you sit on your bed |
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facing your window, leaning on the headboard |
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watching the storm. I know you want to be free |
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I know you. Seeing the violence of a storm |
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wanting to be outside, to be out in the rain, |
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to taste the droplets, to smell the air, feel the earth under your feet. |
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Beeecomming Ooone With the blooWing Wind Savagely Shaking the leaves |
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to Fly High up up aWay to Be Free |
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Wanting to feel the rumble of the thunder through, in your body |
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Being the lightning streaking through, parting the clouds |
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Dazzling by flashes, Charging the sky, Electrify |
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and so at night, when it rains, you know if I am Coming. |
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you sit against the headboard of the bed facing the window |
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Hearing a storm, liking a storm, wanting to be part of a storm |
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When I am gone |
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All is quiet |
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YOU are left |
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alone
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