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When the sky is so high

And the clouds passing by

These memories the wind shows

And a longing day to die



Keep within my heart and soul

There’s not a definite goal

But with gone moving time

Wounded heart for life’s whole



In the beautiful wind that blows

And your gift of loving rose

I am far behind the scene

That is far behind what shows



The moment, when will be

The time, when will I see

Not in trance but reality

With the time just you and me