I'm standing alone on the lonely hills
With cedars and a charming breeze
That talks to the trees
And the sunshine gently fills
The clear blue skies above so vast
The enchanting wind with the sweetness of rose
It all appeared so eternal to last
And i had all the meekness to pose
I call out to the wind
Never say goodbye
For I'm left to sigh
And I'm the one who sinned
You move the grass to make it wave
You help the falling leaves dance in circles
And now you find an unfortunate to save
Please don't take away the miracles
Or I'm left lamenting
Never say goodbye
Or I'll brood and die
Don't go with the theft of happening
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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