gone with the wind


to beauty is what life we made,

like lyric come, and winter fade,

for whom this diamond we have bade,

but love and lord and all his spade.

by now his glory could have gone,

from here to dawn, but she has stayed,

and now we’re left with all the songs,

and hymns and toms he often played.

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