MAPLE

So you have come,

from the land where I wish to belong

And you go back to your land soon.

I cast a spell in the air -

Let your retreat take to your land, the winds of my arrival.

I think the spell worked.

The gypsies gossiped in murmurs,

About the certainty of a certain someone's journey to their land.

I made your home, my home, in my heart

All the dark long nights I was willing to make mine

But...the winds changed.

You know what they say about change, don't you.

The only constant, the only truth, the only hope.

Like a wail came the despair but I didn't really hear it,

You know..

There's no such thing as a misfortune in my house.

So I cast a spell in the air again.

The winds will come your way...

And so will I.

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