Remember Me
When you look at the hills faraway at sunset,think of me:
I am the black flock of birds that disappears into the horizon;
I am the beautful golden sunset that touches your heart;
I am the wind that blows towards the hills;
And I am the dark house upon the dark hills;
I am the old grave that lie silently in the dark moist forest,
FORGOTEN FOREVER
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