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Wind blows,Bringing change,It no longer,Calls your name.I'm standing tall,Walking proud,The sun has come out,From behind the cloud.Beginning to forget,Remembering how to smile,Look out, here I come,Getting myself back in style.Eyes are bright,I give my hair a toss,Look at me, boy,See what you lost.Found my stride,Back in the race,Someone else,Has taken your place. Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 02:06 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 12
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"Wind blows,Bringing change,It no longer,Calls your name.I'm standing tall,Walking proud,The sun has come out,From behind the cloud.Beginning to forget,Remembering how to smile,Look out, here I come,Getting myself back in style.Eyes are bright,I give my hair a toss,Look at me, boy,See what you lost.Found my stride,Back in the race,Someone else,Has taken your place...."