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passions of winter from Mother Nature, she is cold as ice
and this time seems there's no lucky roll of the dice
here in darkness grains of sand sting and blind the eyes
a malstrom over the sea, with no moon left to rise
all the shore under her command, breakers make a mighty demand
sifting the senseless sand, dark sea flowing through her hand
heart of silence being missed secrets you desire
in this winter's storm some warmth is all that you require
thunderous voice of waves climb toward the heavens
nothing could be received but ice and cold is given
frenzied dance of waves in darkness
this night in all its new years starkness
in depths of desperation unseen
rain and wind push side ways like an unnatural fiend
out of the darkness of this sea and the bouy bells ringing
hear the winds howling like unkind choirs singing