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I look toward the ocean see reflections on the water a glossy illumination of the city lights far out in the waves is the shape of a whale hear it singing its old song like it has always done it was just a dream which comes and goes as do the old seasons while the wind still blows it will take a hundred years waiting for the summer and no one just yet knows if we'll hear the whales again nuclear winter covers the world for almost 20 years all what we own are dreams and hope for the next generation chorus: open the door, step outside walk on the frozen ground look in the sky - a grey cloud winter is still around |
