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O Wind o' mine
Take me far above your Cathedral spire
Above the children's chatter and the morning prayers
Above the bards' glory-driven drivels and the merry-minded man,
Dance me a tune to last my lifetime
Sing me a song to serenade the sorrowful,
loved, and losing,
To watch over the cramped common crowd
In a bar where the drowned come to commiserate
as I, their god,
Ne'er be free as the god most lonely,
May the wind bring me companions
and I shall watch them come and go
as I, left behind where they would call home.