The Lost Wind
The wind blows fiercely to empower the fire in the well of life,
Quickly it is drowned by the sweetness of the sound that can't be felt or found,
The stillness burns quite like ice, and clefts the mind as nice as knife,
Time heals the harm, and the Lost Wind blows bold anew.
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