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Mar 2010
The wind, it whistles through me
I'm hollow
I'm nothing
I'm running
And the sun is rising.

The wind, it calls you through me
I'm see-though
I'm nothing
I'm running
And the sun still rises.

Just when I thought I had nothing to give.

You're standing at the top of the hill
I'm empty
But you see me
I'm something
And the sun is high.

Nothing, nothing
Could fill me
The way you do
I see the sun through you.

The wind, it holds us both together
I'm full
I'm waiting
I'm yours
And the sun is setting.

The wind, it brought us here together
Just when I thought I had nothing to give
I'm ready
You're running
I'll follow
To chase the sun.
Written by
Sarah Ellis
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