Mary Boleyn would always mourn the loss of her brother and sister...

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you're not here

For as long as Mary could remember, it had been the three of them, herself, George and Anne. George had always been everything one could ask for in a brother - friend, advisor, protector. The rivalry with Anne had frequently been bitter, but in spite of it all, there had always been an unbreakable bond there.

I watch the birds fly south across the winter sky
And one by one they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here

Mary didn't know how she could go on without George and Anne. Even now, it was still so hard to believe that they were truly gone. They had known each other their entire lives, had grown up together, and should have grown old together. It wasn't supposed to have ended this way.

Like the sun through the leaves you came to love me
Like a leaf on the breeze you blew away

Yet it had. A single blow of the axe had brought a swift end to everything George could have ever been, a single sweep of the sword to everything Anne could have been. Mary's young niece Elizabeth was now motherless, and Mary's own children, Catherine and Henry, had lost their aunt and uncle.

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
Cause you're not here

Fondly, Mary remembered playing in the autumn leaves with George and Anne when they had been children. They had run through them listening to the crackling sound they made under shoes, gather them in piles and then scatter them, collect them and look at the different shades of yellow and red.

A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes
As if to hide a lonely tear
My life will be forever autumn
Cause you're not here

No other loss could equal the loss of a brother or sister, Mary knew all too well. No one else had known her for as long or as well, had shared as many joys, sorrows, memories. Two lives were gone, and a third would never be the same again.