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Going through shops and bars and houses** |
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Blowing through stores in skirts and trousers |
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Following taxis, hanging on buses |
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Meadows, fields, in between rushes |
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Nobody knows, nobody sees |
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I am the breeze |
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Blowin' the dust from sphinxes' smiles |
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Scattering cents for miles and miles** |
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Cooling bathers lying on beaches |
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Stealing through watches of pears and peaches |
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Nobody knows, nobody sees |
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I am the breeze |
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Wishing my way through parks and flowers |
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Gasworks, bridges, cooling towers |
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Caravans, horses, gypsy campfires |
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Through church steeples, elegant spires |
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Nobody knows, nobody sees |
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I am the breeze |
