Sweep me off my feet,
What a gentle wind.
You play in my hair,
And rouge my cheeks.
I float and drop,
To my surprise I don’t land,
Swept off my feet,
I don’t understand.
Caught in a twirl,
A spiralling mess.
I might sit and lay,
But I do not rest.
Sweep me of my feet.
What a gentle wind.
You play in my hair,
And rouge my cheeks.
I float and drop,
To my surprise I don’t land,
Swept off my feet,
I don’t understand.
Caught in a twirl,
A spiralling mess.
I might sit and lay,
But I do not rest.
Sweep me of my feet.
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