my fingers feels like
thousands needles stuck
my ears can hardly hear
my gloves ain't enough
wind blowing my face
tears rolling my cheeks
i stood still watching
your sailboat pass me
i raise my hand; you
probably saw me alone
braving cold morning
i turn around walk away
(i saw a lady waving
to a sailboat one day
and i thought about
today)
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