[Intro (Instrumental: slow, melancholic guitar arpeggios, soft piano chords, subtle cajon; misty atmosphere)] [Verse 1 (Vocal: deep, soft, slightly raspy; slow, emotive)] My darling, when I’m gone one day, and dark clouds come to take me away, when rain will wash the paths I’ve tread, and the sun walks lonely through the sky instead, the moon will shine with a grieving smile, the wind will hum a mournful style, birds will sing in voiceless grace — and nothing will be the same, no trace. [Pre-Chorus (Vocal: gentle rise; soft vibrato)] Please, don’t cry a tear for me, I’ll stay beside you endlessly — in the sun’s warm, golden blaze, in the lake’s calm mirror haze. [Chorus (Vocal: full, raspy, emotional)] When the soft breeze plays with your hair, and kisses your brow with lips of air, I’ll be that breath upon your face, carrying your scent through endless space. I’ll be the air your lungs adore, the rustling leaves beneath your floor, the hat upon your dreaming head, the scarf that warms your neck in bed. [Verse 2 (Vocal: whisper-like, intimate)] I’ll be the sip that quenches thirst, the rain that cools the roads of dust, a piece of bread when hunger cries, a gentle peace when sorrow lies. [Bridge (Vocal: raw, emotional peak)] I’ll be the storm that shakes your door, the stillness after — evermore, the naked truth the world conceals, I’ll be your all, the love that heals. [Chorus (Final emotional peak)] When the soft breeze plays with your hair, and kisses your brow with lips of air, I’ll be that breath upon your face, carrying your scent through endless space. I’ll be the air your lungs adore, the rustling leaves beneath your floor, the hat upon your dreaming head, the scarf that warms your neck in bed. [Bridge (Reprise; heartfelt vibrato)] I’ll be the storm that shakes your door, the stillness after — evermore, the naked truth the world conceals, I’ll be your all, the love that heals. (I’ll be your all, my dearest one…) (My dearest one…) [Outro (Instrumental: soft fade, like the rain quiets down; piano and guitar linger as if the wind carries away the last whisper)] (My dearest one…) [End]
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