Blow, Wind, Blow
Swirling leafs blowing in the wind
Blow, Wind, Blow
Blow, wind, blow,
Swirl the leafs, high and low.
Scour the earth with icy breath,
Whispering tales of sleep and death.
Snap the branches, bend the trees,
Rattle windows, haunt the eaves.
Dark comes early, thick and fast,
Daylight’s grip will never last.
Frozen boots on silent streets,
No one laughs, no one meets.
Smoke curls upward, thin and pale,
Shadows stretch behind the veil.
Streetlamps flicker, faces hide,
Footsteps vanish, side by side.
The moon is cold, a hollow eye,
Watching stillness pass us by.
Blow, wind, blow,
Where no warmth or mercy goes.
Strip the world of sound and hue,
Leave it bare, and leave it true.
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