Gone in the wind:
My hopes, my desire, my destiny;
Futile now become I
As my soul is sucked dry –
And the wind chimes chime again.
Searching for your love is like walking through my house in the dark:
I can’t see where I’m going, but somehow I just know that the direction is right.
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