A little something about the future. I probably wrote it on a cold, rainy afternoon. There is also a melody to the words. I won´t publish that. Yet.

all ever said, all ever done

my past just began

and winds are all gone

alone

--

indeed like a bone

my hopes all drowned

and winds are all gone

alone

--

and then was nothing

I returned home

and winds are all gone

alone

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