Have you heard the wind blow
Through the leaves of tress
That sway and bend
In reverence to the wind?
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Quiet moments,
In the still evening
Sweet smells and tender memories
Drifting on the gentle breeze
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I have watched with awe
As the sun slowly sinks
Beyond the distant western fields
And I’ve wondered
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The evening song
Breathes its melody
Through open windows
Floating above candle flames
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Time measured by the ticking
Of the village clock
The bell sounds, striking twelve
And another day is over
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There are songs that I can’t forget
Of joys that I once knew
And precious moments of my life
That oft I’ve heard anew
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While the clock is loudly ticking
Sounding the seconds of my life
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Why was I thrust into this world
Ignorant, innocent of what lay ahead?
Could there be no warning note
No sound, no whisper,
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Will there ever be a morning
That warms the soul with life?
If I waited for its coming
Could I see it with my eyes?
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I remember when that “long ago”
Was merely yesterday
And all my bright tomorrows
Seemed so far away
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