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Like the shy whistle of the wind

Among the branches of my heart

Your hands are gently caressing my face

The smell of flowers is filling the air

The ghost of remembrance...

Is buried down below my heart...

Lavanda...

I was a boy, I could not foresee

(that) the rose would left a deep scar on me

Heedless of those poisoned thorns on her stem

I held her tightly to my naked chest

And soon the winter came

To reclaim

What was born in Spring

I saw the colors in the sky, the clouds nearby,

(You know I split my heart in two pieces)

The wounds unscarred deep in my soul, raped and torn

(weep, Rainheart, shy sad soul, skyclose)

Fierce as a wolf who fights to be freed

They told me her love, was not made for me

But I was a boy I could not foresee

That she would go away, leaving the bitter memory

And soon the rain has come, to wash away all I did for you

We were so close...