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O there is a blessing in this gentle breeze
That of a childhood friend
returning for a gentle kiss on the cheek
O, sweet Mary, how did you bear the fruit of thy womb
so that the winds of change may spread it far
far and wide, far from a sparse city, so that
a pilgrim may find freedom.
Free as a bird, free from a bird, the sins of his past forgotten
Not forgotten, but atoned for, O Friend
What shall be my harbour, so that the winds
the winds may take me from this place,
through a clear stream of conscious reckoning,
of conscious wreckoning avoided
the heavy weight of a weary day, bears its fruit
bears it burden, a burden burthen of a now flightless bird
unable, disabled to the winds, to wind and soar
and now, upon this water, carried by the same winds
The earth is all before me, my journey is endless
Immortally mystified at its own liberty.
I remember this day, and the gentle zephyrs that brought me home
βTwas Autumn, the waters were clear and placid
I remember this day, as the gentle vortex kissed my cheek, stroked my hair
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