I could tell you that was me
I could even tell you that it could not be anyone else
I've looked at the trees
Through out the window

There's this light wind
That blows them apart
So much

Just like me

So very much

And I keep hearing myself
Yes, there's someone there
There's someone under the trees
Shaking them off with both hands
One and another

You're not alone!

So why telling that was only I
If there's someone else
Blowing all winds away



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