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Nov 2020
It's the calm after a storm
Yet afraid
Because of the breeze you are taking in
Oh so gently

It's the sigh of relief
The finger crossing
And the little wishes upon stars
That it stays this way

So that I could sail on this little boat
With this little wind
Cuddling me
Written by
     Eshwara Prasad and Martin Bond
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