In the dim light of an icy cold day
Winter's breath
envelopes you come what may
Visions of times to come look bleak as hell
You pray for
Spring hoping all will be well
The chill of
Winter's winds empties your soul
In your heart you
still feel an empty hole
In the fog of my
brain I try to remember
That things may
look better from May to September
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