All of a sudden; my dim old thought,
Become young and shine;
Foreigner wind, knock right to my heart,
To deliver the words, it has brought,
From the distant valley of the vine.
Often; in the dark, I can hear the tide,
From distance of more than a mile;
My old dreams become live with pride,
All wool a yard wide,
Amused mine left my thoughts for a while.
Often; in gloomy night, a savage howl,
Remind me the old fear of dark;
Flattering sound nearby, a night owl
Make me awakened with scowl,
Set me forth for a savvy embark;
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