I was once scattered to the errant winds
But you gathered my selves and did mend
Them into a heart once whole again
I thought I would never love again
But you were an angel bourn on the winds
Sent to find that heart you mend
And now that I am whole and mend
I shall devote myself to you again
And drift upon your angelic winds
How dear those winds that mend this tired heart again
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