Beckon the Wind

Clatter, clink
What a ghost cry
A chain dancing to the gust
Hope-- it never waves good bye

Free and proud
You bring animation to the dead and done

It is just because you move
That compels the clouds to life
And the winds follow at your feet

Master,
Finally we meet





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