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Sound of a shrill wind
Echoing, blaring in my ears
A sound coming from within
Reprises all my fears
The stormy sea is grinning
Laughing and bellowing foam
Dark churning water is winning
Control of the route I roam
Oh, If but my heart was a sail
This wind would carry me through
No longer would violent waves flail
My vessel about on this deadly blue
Who would be a sail to me?
To carry me to a lake of glass
Where the spirits still the sea
And all black dreams shall pass
Who would tame these winds?
Whistling, Roaring from my soul
Tame this raging tempest's whim
And these winds' true powers unfold
Who will be my canvas?
To harness the force of air
My vessel is capsizing fast
My hope, is losing its flare
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