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All warmth has left this world
Alone in this cold void,
And all light had died too
Leaving all color destroyed.

All hope that I could hold
Feels broken beyond mend,
When the ice-spears of the wind
From Heaven descend,

For Death is this season
Of endless cold,
And life is but treason
On a world grown old.

Day upon day, the gray skies surround.
And day upon day, the freezing winds howl.
Day upon day, ice clots the ground.
And day upon day, the trees groan and growl.

Year upon year, I watch this world die,
And screaming in vain, I curse Winter's name.
With fear upon fear, I wait for the sky
To gather its horror, and take frightful aim.

For all has died, and I stand alone.
And I pray to have no dreams.

Please spare me some mercy.
Give me no visions of Summer's grandeur.
For no echoes of sweetness can I bear
While I walk this endless, frozen Hell.

For I can pray for nothing more
Upon this dead world
Than to have no memories of life.

And should the sky clear
And the cold winds die,
I'll hold no hope
For heartbreak has wearied me.

For hate is the reason my heart has grown cold,
And death is this season
And I've grown old.

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