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| Lonely Winter Aye! How the leaves turn gold and fall! How summers end drifts into icy beginning! What now shall the sun shine it's golden rays upon? It shall shine upon golden leaves and bare trees, upon matted floor of crackling grass and root. As water falls, so shall it stay upon the boughs and floor of the forest, to remain there until the earth bade it flow freely into streams and rivers and lakes and sea. How now shall my heart last such a long eternity without warmth to caress it? I shall surely freeze to death, die with longing! Would if you could stay forever in my arms, the coming winds would not harm me so. Would if you could cherish the hands that grasp you so, the flowing waters would not flow so cold. Aye! But you are gone, you could not stay. And now, with every breath, my heart calls for you and waits till your return. |
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