Whisper breeze and
summer leaves and
their repouse
I can't let go
Sleep came and carried
me with its blue arms
into a medow
and planted me
and i grew
Summerflowers bloom, and
every petal forget-me-not
Forget me not
Forgot me not
Winter breeze and
summer dreams and
their oppose
I ca't let go
The storm came and buried
me with its gray clouds,
I'll die with my shadow
And pray that the birds
and earth will
take me soon
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