Would you be the wind to blow me home
would you be a dream
on the wings of a poem
and if you were walking through a crowd
you know I'd be proud
If you'd call my name out loud
If you'd call my name out loud
Do you suppose that I would come running
Do you suppose I'd come at all
I suppose I would
And if we were walking
Down a dead end street
Would you be the
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