Breeze in the Trees
Don't be sad when I go.
Because I'm still here.
I'm the breeze in the trees.
When you see the leaves moving.
When you see them falling,
That's me calling,and seeing you.
Letting you know I'm not really gone.
I'm closer than ever, I'm easy to find.
Because I'm in your heart,soul,and mind.
Just look for the breeze in the trees.
That will be my sign.
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