Souls In The Wind
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At funeral sides
With widows and friends
The passing wind cries -
Yet, never stops, never ends...
Every casket is laid low
Like the ever flowing wind none shall stay
For all must go -
There always shall be, a final day...
Life from somewhere comes
And to everywhere it goes
Yet, tis never truly done -
With what all, God only knows...
So when you feel the souls in the wind
Beginning to blow
All around once again -
Remember, with all the rest, one day you too must go...
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