the grass blowing in the wind,
I wish to one day see you again,
I know that this is not the end.
In the sky the birds sing,
to my ear it brings a ring,
one more time to you I wish i could cling.
the trees full of emerald green,
tall, narrow and lean,
im sorry life was so mean.
the seasons die,
the grass, trees, birds begin to cry,
why oh why?
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