I am like the wind, I am like the wind,
That blows through the dunes by the windy sea.
The grass is green, and the sky is blue, but
There’s something that I’ve seen: spirits gay
And smiling, hand-in-hand, while their minds
Run screaming away, down the straight street.
Won't dare to ask, 'til I'm on my deathbed,
What happened to my sister, the night
The door closed for good, Snoopy had trouble,
Sleeping, and we smashed his head with a rock.
Atop a nearby hill a withering glance is housed,
Searching the streets, the cemetery. God knows
What he'll never find, here or hereafter, but
The depth of winter, has four snowmobiles,
And the height of summer, a crowd of Lepers
That beg for work; with frozen smiles they die.
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