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It was the wind through her hair, how her smile said she didn't care It was the cool breeze and how she looked so fragile down there on her little knees It was the wind whispering sins come along again Beautiful Wild Let me feel you from within It was the wind breathing life into the embers of the last dying star the awful wicked temptation tormenting my fractured souls It was the wind dancing through the leaves sunlight peeking through the shadows a little play of light and dark upon her face as we sat beneath the bows of her favorite willow tree that became her grave I didn't mean to.. |