The air is calm, I feel no breeze,
to stir the trees, now bared of leaves.
There is no sun, the clouds are grey,
I know not joy; you've gone away.
Silence hangs heavy, lacking sounds,
no sign the world with life abounds.
The birds are hushed, the river stilled;
my Soul with deepest sadness filled.
Calling your name, no one replies;
seeking an...
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