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  • Sometime while I was out walking, the wind changed,
    No longer at my back with my face always towards the sun,
    It cuts a sheer cold front that takes my breath away,
    And steals the words out of my mouth,
    Names are harder to recall and thoughts are grainy,
    It blows the dust of time into my eyes,
    Causing them to stream and flow with tears,
    Friends wander into the fog and don’t return,
    Sometime while I was out walking, the wind changed,
    Never to blow this way again.
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