This is wind Like, wind, wind The turbulence of it all The subtle breeze, that becomes the wolf's call Howling through our settled home Cracking our communication, elevating our tone No longer a gentle whisper The ground moves, the flame dies We still film, we take pictures Unoriginal, as our smiles become filters 'Cause digital roses don't die
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