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Dust in the wind fades away

It might come back someday

The winds get colder

Years get older.



Dust in the wind; we are

Now that you and I part

You still have a part of me

But, it will never again be.



Dust in the wind blows on by

When I see dust, I stop to cry

It goes on, no one cares

My heart rips and tears.



Dust in the wind; I'm trying to hold on

But, I turn around and you're gone

Please don't let this be the end

If we started over again:

    We'd just be Dust in the Wind