Not just the cold but a biting wind too.

Not just a rebuff, but a harsh row with you.

     Not just a feeling that something is wrong,

     And well trodden paths have been trodden too long.


Not just a face that stands out in a crowd.

Not just some music that’s played far too loud.

     Not just the vision of lands far away

     Brought on by a ship anchored out in the bay.


It’s not just a longing for something that’s sweet

Not just a glance at that face in the street,

     But the feeling inside me that dreams are just dreams

     They’re all part of life – well that’s how it seems.



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