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Winter standing at my door
asking for my hand
offering to lead me to
the shadows that lay beyond this land
But I shake my head
though I wish
these illusions did exsist
So I may,
see the light,
chase the darkness from the night
And that I
could imbrace
the darkness I see in this place
so I might
bring the light
from the shadow of the night
I see the snow
I hear the winds
the world where my heart does live
But shadows fall
across my heart
and cause the world to be dark
like the night
like the clouds
but my heart beats harder now
With Winter standing at my door
asking for my hand
offering to lead me to
the shadows that lay beyond this land