He just wanders around, unnafected by winter winds, while dreaming far away, thousands of miles across that frozen ocean bay. Where did all the good people go? I listen to the consoling ocean breeze, as the sun clasps me with a tender embrace. When will it all be reality again?When will I be able to stop dreaming, and open my eyes to the genuine thing. For how much longer will I have to cry on your shoulder?
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