alto vuelo

She dampened the sky,
Before he lifts a note again,
The dire fire men of ancient valley mend,
The greater memory broken bend,
Around the drift'ty tree's I tend,
To see the life of thee,
He said,
The time,
They said,
Again I cried,
Forget the special family fears,
A lot of things,
To be said,
About the things said because,
The death and life is nothing special or the life of nothing special,
Without agree again