I am
A Windmill
Rooted in The Ground
Arms spread
Waiting for the Breeze
And when Darkness comes
I am still there
Even though you don't see me
For it is better to be controlled
By an Outside force
Than an Inside One
A Windmill
Rooted in The Ground
Arms spread
Waiting for the Breeze
And when Darkness comes
I am still there
Even though you don't see me
For it is better to be controlled
By an Outside force
Than an Inside One
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