Grow
strangely calm, as death draws near
No
pain, no doubts, no fear. NO FEAR!
Just
glad no more hands need be wrung
And
sad the wise are rarely young
Remembering fate, and love, and life
And
now I face my final test
My
destination free of strife
The
winds of time, my new found wife
All
gathered ‘round, my friends and kin
To
bid adieu, and make their peace
To
pray my days won’t shortly cease
Strong
voices rise above the din
But
winds of time must always win
They’ll
blow no more, the winds of time
Eternal
breezes, fair and just
Though
now they’re still, their dying gust
Has
snuffed my breath, their final crime
They’ll
blow no more, the winds of time
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