Winds in the East
Theres a mist comin' in
Like somethin' is brewin'
and 'bout to begin
Cant put me finger on what lies in store
But i feel whats to 'appen all 'appened before
A father, a mother, a daughter, a son
The threads of there lives are all ravling and done
Something is needed to twist them as tight
As a string you might use when your flying a kite
Chim-Chimeree-Chim-Chim
Cheree Chim Cha-

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