I think I know what she means
Like a tree following the wind's strength
It gets twisted when it's a whirlwind
Going here and there then right back
Shedding leaves cos of a hurt or joy
Then waiting to blossom again
She tells me again she is sure
Then the wind blows again stronger
Until I am almost bent over
So bent that I fall in love
Hoping to stand stronger and grow in love
I think I know.....
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