Softly she walks
Without a sound
Through trees and forests
Passing you by
Without you knowing
The ghost of nature
As delicate as the wind that carries her
As silent as the rustle of leaves that surround her
You never know when she caresses you
But you will miss her love when it has gone
Without a sound
Through trees and forests
Passing you by
Without you knowing
The ghost of nature
As delicate as the wind that carries her
As silent as the rustle of leaves that surround her
You never know when she caresses you
But you will miss her love when it has gone
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