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Winter Wind

As winter wind it creaks and moans

Whipping o'er the world so cold

As brittle as some ancient bones

This age old story's been foretold

 

Whipping o'er the world so cold

Spellbound spirits lost in time

As brittle as some ancient bones

Fermented long as vintage wine

 

Spellbound spirits lost in time

Haunting us, lost in the night

Fermented long as vintage wine

We must bring them into the light

 

Haunting us, lost in the night

As brittle as some ancient bones

We must bring them into the light

As winter wind it creaks and moans

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michele-cameron-drew
American
Published
Nov 15, 2010
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Copyright ©2010 Michele Cameron Drew

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