A lonely heart in and endless line Light breeze in the crowns of the willows Green fields as if the day was on the wane Grow faint and attain to perfection What a backdrop for a diamond And so we sway in the wind like the willow Meant to give way to the order of the storm Won't leave a mould in the marsh of the ages A tired chevalier of fortune Blue and serene once a sky swanned on magic The unborn in the stream of destiny Time flows to become a mound of nothing For a broken soldier of fortune On my