Hearing your voice calling out to me,
Is like listening to the wind whistle through the trees.
Soft and sweet and gentle to the ears,
It seems to chase away all my fears.

Walking together hand in hand,
On a beach with soft white sand,
I cherish these times,
Remembering the days you were mine.

Though our love died over time,
Peace in my heart I soon will find.
Through the hills and valleys we shall roam,
It is our love I will condone.

Even though the time we spent was depleted,
The day is now completed.
With the sun setting in the west,
I wave goodbye and wish you the best.

May you find a love that will give you the universe,
The love I felt will soon disperse.
Lying on my back in a field of broken dreams,
It is now known that nothing's what it seems

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