Torn by bleak winds
I cannot seize
The memories are
The ones that keep
Visions of splendour and decay
Behold them as messengers
Of sorrow born of bliss
For lands once beautiful
Were taken by the storm
Made of clay
Are the dreams
I pave my own way with
Like the ruins
Of the world before
Being swept away
Through solitude, they'll decay
To dust degenerate
For winds to rule supreme
'Til a new dawn begins
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