bless the wind that brings you a sickness
he only wishes to bring you a smell and a taste
of faraway lands and of faraway times
he wishes not to bring you this dread hiemal curse
only caress and embrace passers-by on his unending route
it is of love, not of hate that the wind makes it so
do not fault him, but bless him
the wind and his curse,
and love him for love is the only thing true
bless him, the traveler, leave a song in his current
and a kiss in his unending route
love and bless the wind that brings you such fine things as these
love and bless the wind and forgive his disease
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 7:24 AM UTC
bless the wind that brings you a sickness
he only wishes to bring you a smell and a taste
of faraway lands and of faraway times
he wishes not to bring you this dread hiemal curse
only caress and embrace passers-by on his unending route
it is of love, not of hate that the wind makes it so
do not fault him, but bless him
the wind and his curse,
and love him for love is the only thing true
bless him, the traveler, leave a song in his current
and a kiss in his unending route
love and bless the wind that brings you such fine things as these
love and bless the wind and forgive his disease
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