I that am lost, oh who will find me?
Deep down below the old beech tree.
Help succour me now the east winds blow.
Sixteen by six, brother, and under we go!
Be not afraid to walk in the shade
Save one, save all, come try !
My steps - five by seven
Life is closer to Heaven
Look down, with dark gaze, from on high
Without your love, he'll be gone before.
Save pity for strangers, show love the door.
My soul seek the shade of my willow's bloom
Inside, brother mine -
Let Death make a room.
Before he was gone - right back over my hill.
Who now will find him?
Why, nobody will.
Doom shall I bring to him, I that am queen.
Lost forever, nine by nineteen.
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The East Wind Song, by Eurus Holmes.
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