The Wind Blows Chilly
By Arie Cotton
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The wind blows chilly in my ears
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I feel nothing as I think of my dear
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I see the wedding white dress flash me, I look away
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In my head I am rushing with thoughts
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Along with those of my past lives thrown in the ocean
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Like an eel electrocuting it’s prey.
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I feel the wind once more
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The time is now four
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I am on the beach
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With my skin now peach
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I smell it the the ocean breeze
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The wind blows chilly in my ears
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I feel nothing as I think of my dear
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Will she be in the library like I saw her last
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Or off with another
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Why am I afraid?
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The wind blows chilly in my ears
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I feel nothing as I think of my dear
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She is buried in the sand
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Six feet under on land
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Her head barely above the salty brown grains
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She cannot breath as she takes her last breath
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Like she is a child's sandcastle’s destroyed dismay
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And I have nothing left to pray
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The waves flood up upon the shore
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Like the tears flowing down my flushed cheeks
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As pale as a ghost in the midnight moonlight
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Those lives tossed upon the gushing rocks of mine
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I leave to come back with flowers for my dear.
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The wind blows chilly in my ears, and
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I feel nothing as I think of my dear

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