Whispers in the Wind

In the quiet of the evening, where the river meets the sky,
Voices from the past whisper, as the leaves begin to fly.
Under the old oak tree, where secrets used to be,
Two hearts find their harmony, beneath the willow's knee.

Whispers in the wind, carry our dreams so high,
In this melody of moments, where our souls can fly.
Guitar strumming softly, like a lullaby at dawn,
Words that speak of longing, in a world that's known too long.

The harmonica sings, a tune both sweet and free,
In this quiet symphony, where our spirits can be.
Whispers in the wind, carry our dreams so high,
In this melody of moments, where our souls can fly.

Under the silver moon, where shadows gently sway,
We find our peace together, in the light of yesterday.
In the soft embrace of night, our voices rise,
Whispers in the wind, forever intertwined.

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