Once, again that beautiful nightingale enticed her to sing her souls song;
verses that come from sadness, choruses cried out in anger, beats pounded
out in tears. And as she felt the wind begin to blow north she lost all
faith in those she trusts, because that breeze always carries with it a
disheartening gust of stale air and the notes of her soul as it travels
across the miles into the heart of her beloved and that gentle breeze often
feels like shards of glass piercing through him and it has shattered his
belief in his song bird.
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