The wind blows swiftly and I dream,
Of a time far away.
I wish it would carry me there,
But my thoughts are too heavy.
A place of comfort and ease,
In it's quiet stability.
The Winters warm and Summers cool,
Always looking forward to waking up tomorrow.
I hear the sirens on the breeze and wonder,
Will that come again before my time.
The sweet escape into life,
where no one but one knows me.
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