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The wind hums low through the crooked trees
Whispers tales of what once used to be
The moss clings tight to the bark so worn
Holding secrets of hearts forlorn
A river bends where the silence weeps
Tracing paths where the old soul sleeps
The echoes linger
A soft refrain
Fading footprints in the morning rain
Oh
Shadows in the pines
They call my name
A haunting hymn of joy and pain
The fire burns low
Its embers sigh
As the stars fall quiet in the velvet sky
The earth holds stories beneath my feet
Of loves once tender
Now bittersweet
The moon watches
Pale and wise
With a heavy heart in the midnight skies
A thread unwinds
A fragile line
Binding hearts to a fleeting time
Each note a tear
Each chord a plea
Carved in the wood of a hollow tree
Oh
Shadows in the pines
They call my name
A haunting hymn of joy and pain
The fire burns low
Its embers sigh
As the stars fall quiet in the velvet sky
