When the winds whisper, they call your name.
I sit here, in this wind wondering, if you hear the same.
I look to the clouds, the sun so bright, the sky so blue.
I look to anything, that reminds me of you.
And while everything reminds me of you,
I wonder if everything reminds you of me, too.
For love is all around us, close yet so far away,
And when the winds pick up again, I know I will hear your name.
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