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You are not what happened to you. You are what you choose to become.
I know,
someday I might be looking around, trying to find some purpose.
Well, purpose can’t be that hard to find, as long as I’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me.
Wish I could hold you in my arms like I hold you in my mind
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