Who do you think i am
i am not on top of a mountain andi am not under the groundi am not spilling over the edges andi am not easily foundi am not in a shelter from the winterwhen your head is buried in the sandwhy do the secret sellers explain thingsthings i already understandand who do you think i amyes you who do you say i amonce when i was flying past the steeplethe bells were ringing in my earsand i was counting the broken-hearted peopleand i was following their tearsi am not sinking in the sadnessi am not throwing bitter stonesi do not worry who will mind mei am not dancing alonebut you who do you think i amyes you who do you say i amis it winter where you aretry to find me if you canwhen it's over it's never overand when it's empty it's never gonei am in silence gone from dangerfar away is the forgotten onei am headed from that distant lighthousei am twisting towards the suni wrap around me all your goodnessif i go that way am i the only onebut you who do you think i amyes you who do you say i am
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