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When winter wears a grey, black cloak

dark skies cover, swallow me whole

I go walking in fields of snow

to see the light, the glistening of soul

when I am very far from home

building fires

to find my way within

when no one

can be found

there beside me

I wait for you, slow

how cold moons glow

to light a darkened room

sleep, I dream of you

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