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stand under fountaincool skin, washed cleanwash him from mealong comes the windthe big bone shakerblows off my clothescompletely nakedwhat to dowhen everything'sleft youout of the blueit is hevision to mebearing leavespetals greencovers meand all my shamehand in handhe's my big manstays with mesome forty daysno wordsthen goes awayi cry againon my hill i wait for windand on my hill i wait for windand on my hill i wait for windand on my hill i wait for windand on my hill i wait for windand on my hill i wait for wind
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