Free Wind
Isn't it beautiful, the magnificent glory
Bright and Beautiful, Fragrant with Life
Where am I? In the majesty? In the honor
The abyss of time, the hush between the moonlight
Bring me your glory, Bring me your soft blowing insight
To pass the moon whispering, gently abiding
Can we find you? Can we see you?
With the gentle touch of your hand?
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