Blow, blow, wind, blow...
take my sorrow away,
can you feel my pain?
I can sense your odor,
your texture,
your music,
Give a strong deep breath,
could it be my last?
can I part with you?,
carry me on your lap,
take me to the yellow and orange skies,
where the sun peacefully dies...
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