Enduring the Cold

May 15, 2011
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The bitter wind roars a merciless tune;

And pressing clouds hide crescent moon;

Black and white;

Peaceful night;

We both endure the cold;

But now death is upon your shoulders;

An eternal slumber awaits you;

Silent sleep, silent sleep, silent sleep;

Frozen heart, no racing beat;

Now only I endure the cold.

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