She
She spoke of silence
Her words were grey
We'd walked through meadows
Of amber hay.
She spoke of values
Her words grew strong
We'd walked through mountains,
Heard birds in song.
She spoke of wisdom
Her words were clear
We'd walked through showers
On land so drear.
She spoke of leaving
Her words grew cold
We'd walked through forests
Our love now old.
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