The wind whispers, sways, a mystic dance,
A rhythm echoes, my heart takes a chance.
The season's flute begins to play,
My soul, adrift, has lost its way.
The wind whispers, sways, a mystic dance,
A rhythm echoes, my heart takes a chance.
The season's flute begins to play,
My soul, enraptured, will not stray.
A restless bird, my spirit cries,
Beyond the mountains, where my love resides.
Such joy, this love, it cannot hide,
The whole world knows, my love, my pride.
I stole no treasure, kept no key,
My heart, I gave, eternally.
The wind whispers, speaks, a mystic call,
A rhythm echoes, embracing all.
The season's flute begins to play,
My soul, enraptured, will not stray.
In the lake's reflection, I see his face,
His fragrance blooms, embracing space.
Laughter echoes through the vale,
In flowers, his song, a sweet prevail.
How can a heart not lose control?
He dwells within my very soul.
Within my lashes, a shining grace,
In every breath, his sacred space.
The wind whispers, sways, a mystic dance,
A rhythm echoes, my heart takes a chance.
The season's flute begins to play,
My soul, enraptured, will not stray.
The wind whispers, sways, a mystic dance,
A rhythm echoes, my heart takes a chance.
The season's flute begins to play,
My soul, enraptured, will not stray.
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