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Nov 2010
I know the sun accents the colour of your hair.
I know the wind accents your scent so fair.

But you want to come home.
I wave you a kiss and the wind catches it and turns it into a thousand scents of day.

As far as the wind takes you...
Written by
Fred McCarthy
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