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Be my weather Blow through me like the wind Wind in invisible shapes about my ribs Rain on me Be my winter For what do I wish? Not for stone or for wood Nor of water or of flesh But to meet you in the space that lies Between a joke and a smile And beachcomb the empty mile Be my weather Blow through me like the wind Wind in invisible shapes about my ribs Rain on me Be my winter From Letras Mania