There's laughter on the wind
Tonight
Each gust is a quiet chuckle.
I hear dreams too
Whispering
In delight
Of things that never were
Secret thoughts
Take flight.
Just chase the wind
And let emerge
The hiding words.
The silent mirth
Of the morning
Before the light.
Tonight
Each gust is a quiet chuckle.
I hear dreams too
Whispering
In delight
Of things that never were
Secret thoughts
Take flight.
Just chase the wind
And let emerge
The hiding words.
The silent mirth
Of the morning
Before the light.
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