The wind blows my words away

The wind blows my words away
My wooden heart is sick
You cleaned me like a window
You pulled out the candles wick
The compartments of the magic box
No longer play a trick

The heart rolls between boulder stone
And crawls from avalanche
The heart falls like a dead bird
And is vanished between branch

The movie of the world
Goes through its windswept changes
Your love is like a lost bird
In yester years mountain ranges

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