Dust in the wind

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A cold wind blows, and takes my life away
I thought to die in glory, not like this
There’s still so much I’ll never get to say.

These fragile bones once felt warm summer’s rays;
These withered lips were full and felt its kiss.
Now cold wind blows, and takes my life away.

Do you remember me, my girl of May?
Of all the things I’ve lost, you’re what I miss.
If I could talk to you…there’d be so much to say.

If it would bring me you, I’d pray.
But winter’s strike comes soon, I hear its hiss:
A cold wind blows, to take my life away.

Ah God, you spiteful beast, what games you play!
When we begin to learn, we’re tossed to the abyss.
When I could talk to her, I had nothing to say.

Goodbye to all I know, to days;
It’s too late now for didn’t-says.
Farewell, companions Joy and Strife:
A cold wind blows, and takes my life.





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