The Winds of Change by Gian Giuliani

The winds of change I feel them here
With monotone sounds of chiming bells
With smells of withered daffodils
The drought descends the deepest wells

The crimpled skin the shrivelled flower
The fly that stole your deepest sleep
From death to dust the earth devours
And in its cradle all will keep

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