The Beau Brummels – The Wolf of Velvet FortuneThe air is full of strangeness,An unfamiliar breeze blowsFrom deep within a forest.I think I’ll go to see.What’s this before meIn shadows where no wind blows?A crying, frightened flowerWithout a gentle breeze.She’s crying for the sunlight,That shadow left behind him.She’s crying for the coolnessOf wind she’s never [...]