I want to be the wind...
A wind like a breath...
At times I want to be
the wind that fights againts you...
The wind that dries your tears...
Or the wind that eases your tiredness
I want to be a wind like that.
And I want to fly.
I want to sweep up the sadness,
and spread happiness.
When you're sad,
just cry.
I'll be there.
When you're happy,
just call.
I'll be there.
But because we're girls,
There are times that you get tired.
There are times that you hold back your tears.
So in times like that...
Dear,
I'm going to come flying down to you...
So hold me in your arms gently.
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