When day is done, wind on my face,
With so much confidence, we could chase,
Fingers can pass through fire,
And somehow not get burned,
Hang your hopes upon,
For all you've learned,
Only when I find you,
Will I use your guidance,
Will I then fumble,
Through the reasons to be gained,
Bind me up with promises, lend me to the wisdom of your ways,
Will you find it in yourself,
To reap the richest harvest then...
Those aisles are long,
With wisdom worn,
And it was here,
Our love was born.
Reap the richest harvest once again
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