The wind is my lover

 

 

 ,

 

 ,

 

 ,

 

The wind is my lover

 

 

 

 

The wind is my lover

Like you whispering my name

Like you touching my body

The wind has no shame

 

I wanted someone to love

All I found was a game

And everybody’s playing it

It’s called original shame

 

We all were brought up to play it

It was invented long ago

To keep us dumb enough to say it

As it is when we know it’s not so

 

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