If I was the wind,
Blowing close to you,
Would you close the window,
Or would you welcome my caress?
If I was a thorn,
Sitting upon a rose,
Would you pluck me still,
Even if I happen to hurt a little?
If I were a star,
Up high in the sky,
Would you gaze upon me,
And share with me your secrets?
If I was a tree,
High, tall, and old
Would you sit beneath me,
And share with me the world?
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