Gone with the wind
Gone in the sun
Gone in victory
Gone with everyone
Gone with rarity
These be boring
Your fiery mouth
That lion roaring
Gone with weed
Gone with longing
This royal steed
Smiles every morning
Gone too soon
Gone long enough
That autumn moon
To a shaded love
Gone is my Father
Left neverland
Where plants grow thick
Under His gentle hand
Gone is that child
Though I'm not old
Earned my miles
Can't be bought or sold
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