Moist and chilly, green as never before,
I hear the wind rustle, I don't get the song.
They're calling out loud, the shower, the leaves, the cloud,
I nestle in my room, in here my comfort zone,
this hide-out where I'm all alone
can sing me to sleep when I want to
but I don't get to hear the wind, I don't get the song.
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