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At the end of the summer,

I wait for winter.

The warmth of the breeze,

Which I want to seize.

On the shore of the sea,

Sights I wish to see.

Where the Sun says goodbye,

Feels like light's going to die.

Still stands the chance,

To let the crabs dance.

The murmuring of the leaves,

The chirping birds arrive.

As it's time to get home.

I see the orange, white dome,

Up on the sky.

I had a shoulder to cry,

When I had bad dreams,

And While my heart screams.

When I tear down, hugs me,

Gives me the crown.

Now I realise that I had never been alone,

Forever.