Like a wraith she ambles aimlessly
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Through the mists along the shore
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She wraps the foggy night around her
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Like a warming shawl
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And leaves wildflowers at my door
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She comes to me when she needs company
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And weaves her web around my soul
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She comes to me to free those wild,
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Burning, passion fires
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That she cannot control
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And by the morning light I know
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That she'll be gone
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And then the lonely hours begin
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And all she leaves behind
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To find her in the dawn
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Are whispers in the wind
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And in the flicker of the candlelight
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She takes comfort in my touch
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And then she pulls away and leaves
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Before the candles die
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Or before she feels too much
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And by the morning light I know
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That she'll be gone
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And then the lonely hours begin
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And all she leaves behind
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To find her in the dawn
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Are whispers in the wind
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Whispers In The Wind
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| Dan Fogelberg |
