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If you open the window,
I'm free from the words that are hard to come out

Like a weeping willow,
You're fingers in my hair when the wind comes to play

Its music
Its music
If you open the window,   I'm free from the words that are hard to come out      Like a weeping willow,   You're fingers in my hair when the wind comes to play       Its music   Its music