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I'm a blind butterfly or perhaps a firefly You are a nightingale in the darkness of my eye Sing to me until I burn the night Don't fly when you see me fry |
I was a wise man who murmured the wrong words A little child who sucked the right words A mighty king who got defeated by a no I rest in peace now that I have to go |
Meanwhile in the lake land the sun pointed its rays to the lake and willow but the same words could be heard again and again Stop weeping; I need to see.................................... They were not murmurs anymore, The rays made them loud and clear. The breeze finally discovered the truth. The sadness of this land is not caused by crying clouds. Crying clouds never stop for long, they disappear once their tears are not soothing anymore. The wondering breeze stopped for a few moments and then suddenly it changed into a strong and mighty wind with only one idea in its eye.
A pleasing breeze must be soft............. |