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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