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Southern Wind

from The Wolfskin Traders by Graham Patzner

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River of silence,
you can be my only friend. Tears on my shoe laces, dressed in black
again.

My breath in the morning hurts like the orphan
waiting for daddy to come home.
This love is a seedling we dropped in the ocean,
never to sprout again.

As I stare at the lonely southern wind.
Cause I know she won't ever come a flappin'
at my window.

O! this old feeling rubs off on the new born sun
vanity lingers, a lizard fryin' on a stone.

I know that the moonlight fills up the evenin' with an old sense of pride.
As I lay a dreamin' stuck in spiral that takes me to an empty lake.


So I stare at the lonely southern wind.
Cause I know she won't ever come a flappin'
at my window.

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from The Wolfskin Traders, released January 1, 2010

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