the days the wind blew
and the rain fell
we were so young
and love was new
the arbiters of time
a life of storms
and shadows of death
mock the sublime
passion fades on a breeze
strength vanishes
then all is lost
save dreams and pleas
when hope is gone we wait
the air is still
the lovers pass
to seek their fate
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