I hear the wind, it stirs the trees
And whispers softly to the breeze
Please help me Lord because I’m lost
It matters not what e’er the cost
For I am old, prepared to die
And learning how to say goodbye !
I hear the wind, it stirs the trees
And whispers softly to the breeze
Please help me Lord because I’m lost
It matters not what e’er the cost
For I am old, prepared to die
And learning how to say goodbye !
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