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There's a storm out there
Blowing through my bones

I got lost in
The Kingdom of my own

Suddenly time had caught me
Whistling in the dark

Now I long for the morning
As I'm curled up in my hut

I'm curled up in my hut



I saw this coming
Long ago

But I kept running
Blindfolded

Through the woods and I
Would hold on to the glimmer
Of hope that remained

Ignoring all the signs I saw
Walking past the point of
No return

It's too late now

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from Great small​-​boat journeys (Transitions), released November 20, 2014

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