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Snow surrounds, the mood sedate

No beating heart, awaiting fate

The skies draw in, getting nearer

As the night becomes ever clearer

When the winds take control, arrogate


The fog finds its way to her side

Unafraid, she’s no reason to hide

She’ll just sit there, not wander

Or perhaps she’ll just ponder

Why this is the place, where she died


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