The wind blows where it will, but always finds the lovers, the drifters and the pirates. And everything that matters is gold. And everything that shines is not old, but new.. and you... are always golden...and you... shine the like the sun on a summers day...and I love love you...and I hold you in the wind, like a kite flying high, on a summer's day in the sky, higher than high, brighter than the sun..and I... love you more.... than all that.
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