We meet again, West Wind
I, the southern belle you caught in your stream,
Float easy in the air
Like the down of the eider duck
Weightless
You're the stuff of legends
And I've been watching you carefully
We're of different coins
And of different metals
But we are forged the same
And because of that
--Our differences and our similarities--
I would love to see you
Maybe one day...
Maybe someday...
O and how nice would that be?
For two roads to intersect?
For two differing zephyrs to meet?
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