Tethered To A Breeze
I hear the wind whispering her name
tethered to a breeze, sighing the same.
Thinking of her sets my heart aflame:
she left, and yet, I'm the one I blame.
She left, and yet, I'm the one I blame;
thinking of her sets my heart aflame.
Tethered to a breeze, sighing the same,
I hear the wind whispering her name.
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