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Four white blades whirl gently 'round above my breeze kissed face
Softly they sing a subtle song of comfort in this place,
But no comfort is found in that whispered song, no joy in their whirling dance
The somber stillness of my room leaves relief without a chance.
The room is unfamilar, yet it is my very own;
It's strange to think my home is now a room I've never known.
An unspoken yearning screams in my heart way down deep inside
I feel the tranquil emptiness that I feel when I have cried.
The feelings are intensified as I hear the wild wind moan
Outside my window it seems the world knows that I'm alone.
But soon the world moves on, the sun returns and assumes his cheerful stance
Leaving me more and more alone in my sullen trance.
I wonder, will I always be unhappy in this place?
A future this uncertain is very hard to face.
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