A village in the mountains,
A village by the sea.
The clattering of seashells,
The swaying willow tree.
The whispers of forgotten songs,
Now told only to the sky,
Alone you’ll walk this narrow path,
None left to say goodbye.
A village in the mountains,
A village by the sea.
The clattering of seashells,
The swaying willow tree.
The whispers of forgotten songs,
Now told only to the sky,
Alone you’ll walk this narrow path,
None left to say goodbye.
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