If you open the window,
I'm free from the words that are hard to come out
Like a weeping willow,
You're fingers in my hair when the wind comes to play
Its music
Its music
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If you open the window,
I'm free from the words that are hard to come out
Like a weeping willow,
You're fingers in my hair when the wind comes to play
Its music
Its music
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