The wind is blowing through window murmur something for without seen in my eye
All though experience of feel nothing hurt for life is fading way of same
Couldn't exchange fate which flowing bid of creator its noble gift in my life
Offered everything never dies in my world but the feel of hurt wrote by him love
Once upon time the memory of unforgettable show between misty
The misty and breeze blows equally like the day of history
All though with one hope foot step bid by creator never born feel die every day
The fell of the history killed my along toughing body between white misty
Earning money die with sweating and without pleasure of world `who offered kindly looking
The yearn of life spreading every people between all think more life comfortable growing
Someone die without see true of them hope the man evolve time to time never ending
Listen voice experience of ear all though some dreaming die and waking
Before end of the road met at me and you ounce upon time try finding where dwell
There are is never feel hungry or thirsty will warmth me and you heart feel
Every time and every dawn will make like summer the life will fading well
Oh noble one killed my romantic beside you more and more hold your scripture well
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