Apr 4
If I ever disappear,
Don't go looking,
I will be long gone,
Far away with the winds.
But if you wish to hear me,
Lend an ear to the early breezes,
You will hear me voice,
Calling out, softly singing.
Don't go looking,
I will be long gone,
Far away with the winds.
But if you wish to hear me,
Lend an ear to the early breezes,
You will hear me voice,
Calling out, softly singing.
Long away with the winged birds.
(14/M/Rochester NY)
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