| I can’t say it so I’ll let the wind
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| Come wind, destroyer of worlds
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| Speak to me, show me shapes in swirling dust
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| Come wind, sayer of names
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| Speak to me, make me listen into the night
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| Come wind, the fog from my eyes
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| Come revealer, the town lights from the night skies
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| Come destroyer, pound on my window
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| Scream through my house, tear the old land from itself
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| Come wind, in the mouth of the sky
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| Speak for me, show the hills' insides
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| Show me the river roaring through the house
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| There was a break in the clouds
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| And the house was bright for a little while
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| I was in your favor, but then it closed
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| Now the wind speaks in the branches
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| Now the wind speaks, saying:
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| «Hold on to something, and watch it go
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| Everything you love will end up on the breeze
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| The roots that held the tree down left a deep hole
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| Full of water, reflecting sky.» |