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North wind

I’d close my eyes
before I go to sleep
and fly myself
far away
so deep

into the memory
where love was a fantasy
butterfly
rainbow
ecstasy

I’d close my eyes
before I go to sleep
wondering
was my love so cheap?

as the north wind
of the night, sweeps
and the reality
silently
hurtfully
creeps

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