The Breeze

Going through shops and bars and houses
Blowing through stores in skirts and trousers
Following taxis, hanging on buses
Meadows, fields, in between rushes

Nobody knows, nobody sees
I am the breeze

Blowin’ the dust from sphinxes’ smiles
Scattering cents for miles and miles
Cooling bathers lying on beaches
Stealing through watches of pears and peaches

Nobody knows, nobody sees
I am the breeze

Wishing my way through parks and flowers
Gasworks, bridges, cooling towers
Caravans, horses, gypsy campfires
Through church steeples, elegant spires

Nobody knows, nobody sees
I am the breeze

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