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The crazy winds of March

howl over the mountain abode

The world sways, yet I feel

no warmth, no cold

Blood runs wild as my dreams drift astray,

Lost between past and present,

I can't find my way

Among the graves of the past,

memories rush through my heart

Their time has faded, their lives are gone

I stand alone

And my childhood home comes to mind,

Where my father and mother still shine,

In dreams of a world once known,

A place of warmth, a love long gone