Gentle breezes can lie
Or do the act as death's last sigh.
They warned that the end was neigh
Yet here I be.
I be here?
Nay, for if they be gone, I be there.
Yet I be where?
Gentle breezes soothe me not.
Gentle breeze ye blew that day,
The one goodbyes were forced to say.
I think on why it was the way.
My love, I can lie.
Gentle breeze ye knew I knew?
Nay, this loss not be new.
I watched again my love be slew
Yet never again my child too.
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Look To The Stars
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