breathe luc simonic I need more than 800 times this and If I had it would I scrap for more Upon your windows and under your eaves? All your words can not make me you, Only draw me in as if I were a small Breath, a half breath, a wisp of air or rather you exhale and I am caught on a leaf or a blade of grass Or in your lung but never you. So, If so, Then, I will cling to you as a Ladder, a cocoon, or anything that holds Long and resolute and, bent Browed, against the winds and times Of man. And all the willows and Songs of earth shall blow away In none but a slight breath that Could but blow our hair into our Eyes or tell us everything we need.