It's Me


If you feel a cool little breeze whispering in your ears.

Don’t worry, it’s me.


If you feel a sweet little kiss on your cheeks

Don't worry, it’s me.


And if you have something to tell me, say it to the breeze

Because it’s me walking by your side…

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