I lie silent, my sleep refused
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Questions color my mind, cluttered and confused
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But somehow
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somehow...oh, oh
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Ooo, ooo, the wind whispers its secrets to you and you won't
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Sway with the trees and feel the warm summer breeze caress each leaf, gently
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Night owls call out while willows weep to the sounds of nearby towns
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The slightest symphonies sing
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and captivate the evening
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with most agreeable strings
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And when his hands finally meet
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his chorus lulls you to sleep
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a tiresome melody invites you
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Ooo, ooo, the wind whispers its secrets to you and you won't
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I lie silent, my sleep refused
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Questions color my mind, cluttered and confused
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But somehow
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somehow...
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The Wind Whispers
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| Adelphi |
