Recently I've noticed the winds are changing. Lately I've seen the weather change. I watched the clouds move in from the west, and waves swallow ships at the break of day. So here we stand at the top of the world, the wind swirling smiles around. Pushing you over while flying mid-air, whipping your hair up, and knocking me down.
You said "I'll be your fire", you'll keep me warm, while you rest your head atop my chest. And I breathe in at the heart of this storm, you have a habit of melting me, I must confess.
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