The winter is cold now
There’s a bite in the air
A snowstorm, it invites me
To walk alone without a care
Into the white cascades
Death is a dream to me
I invite it
I embrace it all the time
Now it calls me
I go to it
You may find me near the springtime
Like a frost bitten rose
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