echoes of goodbye
Breezes blowing, glistening trees
summer whispers out its pleas,
upon a bed of lushes grass I sit,
under open skies
so brightly lit
and call out to my lovers heart
will he hear my cries....
or will they go unheard forever
with echoes of goobye.......
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