Listen to the wind outside
And then start to glide.
Let yourself go with it
There's nothing it can't lift.
Blow into the whistle
And then won't you listen
To the sound of loneliness
As you fall into the nothingness.
And then start to glide.
Let yourself go with it
There's nothing it can't lift.
Blow into the whistle
And then won't you listen
To the sound of loneliness
As you fall into the nothingness.
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