What was once a blissful symphony,
Is now a wistful melody,
Beneath a gloomy, twilit sky,
I watch the night pass by.
I feel the icy, sure embrace,
Of which I'm now encased,
Since the dawn of your leave,
I'm doomed to forever freeze.
I find my place in a flowerbed,
As I slowly lay my head,
I wait for death's sweet, sweet kiss,
As I freeze in the arms of loneliness.
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