There's a song between breaths
from respiratory winds
heard only with dying thoughts
and remembered with fading dreams
Truth escaped your breath
from lying winds
believed only with loving hearts
and held with longing embrace
An orchestra tires of the song
and the less I've said, the less I'm wrong
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