The wind blows soft whispers, in my ear.
I hear the melody of the cold dawn
approaching so close I shiver inwardly
I take your soul in my hand and grasp it tightly
not letting the cold surround you 'only teardrops on your cheek
As you whither in my arms your head falls softly your last remorse on your lips.
Your childish glimmer all gone.
Your face so dear haunts my vision
I try to grasp this world in a whole new light
but cannot go on.
The cold comes for me day and night. Your eyes so pleading me to follow you.
I slip into a shadowy dream. Your laughter filling my ears,
oh what joy.
I scream...
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