Girls in their winter clothes,
a tree's falling leaves,
shade from the sunset,
a cold windy breeze,
the moon's somber face
a shadow's dim light...
the things that I love in life
never do shine bright
A song whispered sullenly;
the sun's gentle flare,
soft snowy fields of white,
and long flowing hair.
A night's somber cold embrace
a distant church bell.
My mind slowly crumbling,
my thoughts locked in cell.
For all the thoughts that I've fought
and all I might as well.
For all the care that disappears
and passion that's been quelled.
No more time to stand around,
no more time to grieve
for girls in their winter clothes
and trees' falling leaves.
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