Gone With the Wind Paroles

Paroles de Gone With the Wind

She makes her own jewelry to ring in the end of luxury.
She relates to the Civil War and repeats history, writes in down in cursive, seals it with a calculated risk.
Youth is not what it used to be.
It's sewn into the sleeves of days we didn't seize.
We know where to find the wind.
We know where to money's gone.