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The sad song mourns the rising sun,
Ashes of the wind to which I play,
The darkness becoming eternal night,
My hand holding the beggars dream.

The light of day from which I flee,
Consumed by darkness never more,
The ashes I hold control the earth,
As long as I hold them, I will not die.

The eons have passed slowly,
I am sought for my life's ashes,
So that the murderer that would loot,
Would live forever with the burning.

I have the power to fight each one,
The ashes give me the might to,
Ashes of the wind protect their own,
But I am an unwanting keeper.

For as long as a mortal holds the ash,
The winds will forever keep blowing,
But when the wild is gone forever,
The world will move no more.

I have lived for way too long,
I wish to live no more this life,
But the ash of the wind keeps me alive,
To protect itself from those who die.

I would but rid myself of this load,
To rid my self of uncertainty,
Forever being free from predestination,
Being able to die when I wish.

I wish to die, I have tried to die,
But I have held these ashes,
From the very dawn of the winds,
And as long as they blow, I will live.