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. But I heard it plain mistral, mistral wind I have always held the wheel but I let the wind steal my power. Spin me 'round, lose my course, nights run by like hour. Well, show me the way to the deepest
. But I heard it plain mistral, mistral wind I have always held the wheel but I let the wind steal my power. Spin me 'round, lose my course, nights run by like hour. Well, show me the way to the deepest