| And I open my eyes
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| As the sun leaves the western sky
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| Precious memory dies
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| Once again you are here at my side
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| Blow, wind, blow
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| Through my heart let the four winds blow
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| And I’m back on the hill
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| Yes, you’re gone, but you’re with me still
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| Now I’m way down the line
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| Yes, you’re gone, but you’re still on my mind
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| Blow, wind, blow
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| Through my heart let the four winds blow
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| I’ve been walking with dangers and talking all out of my mind
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| Then let dogs in the manger, elusive and so hard to find
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| Conversations with angels, I seek the dimensional key
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| I’ve been wheeling and dealing whatever will bring you to me Blow, wind, blow
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| Through my heart let the four winds blow
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| Blow, wind, blow
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| Through my heart let the four winds blow
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| I’ve been walking with strangers and talking all out of my mind
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| Now the dog’s in the manger, elusive and so hard to find
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| Conversations with angels — I seek the dimensional key
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| I’ve been wheeling and dealing whatever will bring you to me |