The last time I was here there was a north wind
Is that symbolic for the jet stream
Carrying thoughts of you down to me
Why can't we be who we really are
Or at least stop trying to be
I guess the distance makes storytellers of us both
Your north wind is prickly on my pores
Has a cleansing effect on my thoughts
A cold shower on a hot day
The longer I stay here
The wind has changed
Everyone here not from Britain
Is from New Amsterdam
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