From the wind that rustles the trees
From the wind that stirs the leaves,
I hear the word in its silent whisper
It taunts me with its unheard voice.
In the rush of the tides wave
In the rush, one word it gave,
Not the same but something worse.
With the thunder that rolls up high
With the thunder, it came from the sky
Both words this time.
And with the rain,
The feelings met
The terrible pain
And the regret.
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