Gentle Gale

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I can hear birds taking to the air,

and people talking without care.

But I can no longer hear your voice.

 

I’m left to imagine the breeze as your heartbeat.

I've no idea where the wind ceases its journey,

but if I reach this place, maybe I'll find you there.

◄ I Used To

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