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Dawn comes with white ships of mist over the meadows
night fades away with the final taste of sweet wines
And heard from above is a thunderstorm that echoes
as a breeze with the warm scent of pine slowly dance

The breeze will carry the ashes of the old
far away from the warm and bright horizon
And on the wings like the diving seagull
it will release it in the sea of oblivion

And all the doubts they vanished this night
like the dewdroplets are kissed away by the sun;
as I saw you off by a vernal sunrise
– to meet again at summer dusk

© Sirenia 2012