[Nature-bound poetic song with a soft sacred tone.] [Vocals inspired by Ghostly Kisses – Alone Together, introspective, yet every word audible.] [Instrumental intro: gentle wind and flowing river sounds. Distant shakuhachi flute calls. Deep ambient drone fades in. Handpan or soft tribal drums enter slowly, like heartbeat. Oud or upright bass hums underneath.] [Vocals begin as spoken word — warm, grounded female voice.] [Pre-chorus is half-sung, meditative. Chorus (“They like him...”) is softly layered, chantlike.] [Midsection brings flowing oud or upright bassline with organic rhythm.] [Bridge (“And tells to me...”) becomes breathlike, intimate — almost breaking.] [Instrumental intro] [gentle wind and flowing river sounds, distant flute (shakuhachi) calls, deep ambient drone fades in. Handpan or soft tribal drums enter slowly, like heartbeat. Oud or upright bass hums under it all.] [Vocals inspired by Ghostly Kisses - Alone Together, introspective, yet every word audible] [Pre-chorus] He is everywhere, melting in Senses seeping into nature He comes with the children of wind [Chorus - softly sung, repeated chant] They like him... They like him... They like him... [flowing oud or bassline with organic rhythm.] [Verse 2] He loves river Like a true lover who cares Like a lover who dares To carry tons of dirt [Verse 2] And so he does For the water to flow For the Earth to be clean For the fish to breed Sometimes he feeds A mosquito [Bridge, breathlike and close, intimate.] And tells to me Now her children are my blood His body is a living food Willingly [Pre-chorus, mystically tender] He is everywhere, melting in Senses seeping into nature He comes with the children of wind [Return to chorus — layered, but softened like mist. Let it echo without emphasis, as if remembering someone sacred who never stood in the spotlight.] [No vocal push — only presence dissolving.] They like him... They like him... They like him... [Instrumental outro: chorus fades into wind and river again.] [Soft shakuhachi echoes vanish into distance.] [Drone thins out, like mist lifting.] [Then, in an almost audible whisper — but clearer than before:] "He... loves river... over me..." [Brief silence. Then she breathes out — a soft, cracked laugh:] "Hehe... heehee... he." [One lone frog croaks. Water keeps flowing. Fade to stillness.]
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