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The wind told me he loves - but we all know how fickle He is One moment he's brushing my cheeks with gentle caress ( And the next he's lifting up some other girl's skirt )
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC
The Wind
The wind told me he loves - but we all know how fickle He is One moment he's brushing my cheeks with gentle caress ( And the next he's lifting up some other girl's skirt )
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC
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