But weather doesn't really matter,
As long as we sway together.
Waltzing closer
With tunes of wind and rain.
As long as we weather
The fickle weather
Hand in hand,
It doesn't really matter.
As long as we sway together.
Waltzing closer
With tunes of wind and rain.
As long as we weather
The fickle weather
Hand in hand,
It doesn't really matter.
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