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The winds turn wild, roar in my ears
the feeling so distant, the cold so near
still I can't, forget what is
or moreover, what is no more

My feet go numb, as I remain
outside, where I stand and stay
myself to blame, curse to shame
and still no tears, run down my face

To crave and long for, what isn't mine
behold the burden, that isn't mine
stand on my heels, never to kneel
not a drop, that I can feel

The days go by, can't help but fight
for what isn't mine to have at night
no more this life has ever been
yet still there's hope, the end's not near.