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Decree of the realm

As the wind approaches my weary sighs the life seems to be still

To the rustling leaves giving me the rhymes I thank you with this piece 

As the scent approaches my lingering lies I just can\'t let go of thee

For the threads to cut were all by hand should I bleed untill it seeps

 

Fly away 

Fly away

O my bird of misery 

Let me hold

Let me keep 

The last stroke of my being

 

Interminged 

Intertwined 

All there is to be

Lost in ways

Drift in eyes

All there is to seek