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Crying Of The Wind

The chill of the cold wind 
Whips around buildings
Through leafless trees
Over roads and parks
Coming just to see me
It sings it's winter song 
Into my ears
It whispers agaist my skin
Telling me what will come 
Of this worn out world
It will all fall 
Yet I will not
I will stand here forever
On this lonely hilltop
My only company will be 
The crying of the wind