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Rippling through my tresses Lifting both my soul and my hemline The wind soars through me   On the swings Flying up to the clouds Drifting back down again and again The wind is here for me
I am not a preacher I consider myself a leader You make me feel like my life is on the line, no meter I hate that we are brunched up together, 30 seater More space please teacher and more attention
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