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Snow Storm

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The mystery of the lady dressed in white
The only thing within my sight
Approachable at the slightest provocation
Time with her an endless vacation
Despite her deception and trickery
Mind, body, and soul, hers, eternally
She draws me closer and I see the knife
I come willingly with a heart of sadness and strife
Inevitable doom is my consequence
Destroyer of life and love, a worthy opponent
I will show her, this destroyer of lives
That in my heart strength does lie
O but what does this momentary insight mean
I will do all to get my hands on her, my queen,
Her love came quickly but left accordingly
For if she means death then here, take my last breath
Incomprehensible is the mystery of the lady in white
But yet she remains the only image in sight.





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