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I feel the chill of wind upon my back.
My skin dries chafes and cracks.

Summer is gone yet still I hear
The silent murmur of an ocean in my ear.

The sun is gone the ground is cold.
The wind is wild, harsh and bold.
This desolation darkens my soul.

Summer is gone yet still I hear
The distant calling of the pier.

In these dark months the time must pass
Like an angel staring at an hour glass.
Hearts sometimes freeze.
Wills may buckle at their knees.

Summer is gone yet still I hear
The murmur of hope as time grows near.

As the sand spills upon the crown
One by one they all fall down
Approaching near the end
Like a time honored friend
The rays greet my cold scarred brow

Summer is here yet still I fear
The encroaching darkness as winter nears.