Windy Day
Windy breezes blow
It blew away the best of me and now I barley flow
And all the time I wonder
what I would be like
If it hadn’t blew away all that used to be me
And only on those windy days can I be what didn’t stay
I know it’s really really lame
but that’s the way my life is played
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