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Strong wind comes.
Wind of hope ;Uprooted the thorns...
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from a closed window
a girl with teary eyes watches...
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as the bugle played
wind blew their memories back...
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I have a voice that shrieks into the night
to break the shackles of this joyless plight...
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Upon the banks of high street shops
between the stores their anchor drops...
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My spirit is wide open
my soul is exploring...
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light
shining and bright...
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..her heart in the
shape of rose...
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The unpredictable is predictable now
as one can easily read it on my face...
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i
let me lay waste the final tapestry...
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Growing up
we still had four seasons...
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the heart of this world
always gives another chance...