Winds of Time

Catch the wind in your fingers
Sing the song that lingers,
Whispering in your ears.
    The wind goes rushing past,
    So make this moment last.
    As the magic disappears.
        Your hands are full of mem'ries,
        Ghost wind stirs the old trees.
        How quickly fly the years!

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