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The skies ring out like church bells, Hollow

Before I am reposed at last, weave me a crown of flowers

The fury in my body was molded for a divine force

Passed on all my sorrows To waves crashing on the shore

Drown in deep blues Sing in strong reds So that you might live in purples

I am the voice of the wind

Swim through old wounds now forgotten

The voice that whispers on your deathbed

So first thing I poet on here