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A Cold Wind
A Cold Wind
there’s a cold wind blowing
just outside my door
and a heavy rain is falling
where the sky was blue before
and I know they’ve come to tell me
not to fight it any more
and a cold wind is blowing
just outside my door
when I think back to the summer years
my dreaming mind takes flight
and I marvel at the journey
that introduced me to this night
I hear voices warm and tender
don’t fight it any more
but a cold wind’s still blowing
just outside my door
now memories once faded
arrest me from my sleep
and I reach out to reveal them
bring them back into my keep
the voices are much softer now
don’t fight it any more
and the wind’s a little quieter
just outside my door
in the theatre of my dreaming
I return to timeless years
a travel through the seasons
the laughter and the tears
the voices now are whispers
but I’m not listening any more
and the cold wind’s stopped blowing
just outside my door
Wazza
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Warren Cox
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