I, I want to be one of those storms falling over the sea
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I want to rely, stars fiercer than Mars smile back at me
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Even as I speak, I hear the wind over those peaks
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And picture the timbers as they creak out in the storm
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Oh when the clouds swirl and all the world is waking with the wind
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And when the waves hurl themselves against the shore to win
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Oh how the heart leaps with the lightning and the drum
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Oh how the soul aches when the wind through green fields runs
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Half of me answers the storm in its wild sing-song
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The other says here by the fire is where I belong
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Eyes wide may see so, much that they know where the winds flow
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Yet they know that they are a leaf blown, and fall where they're sown
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Oh when the clouds swirl and all the world is waken with the wind
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And when the waves hurl themselves against the shore to win
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Oh how the heart leaps with the lightning and the drum
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Oh how the soul aches when the wind through green fields runs
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Storm
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| Pink Martini |
