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In the darkness, the cold wind howls

Trying desperately to get in, to claim

I listen quietly, hoping she’ll leave

Still, I hear her whispering my name

Come outside and dance, my friend

She calls to me, again and again

It’s much too dark out there, for me

I’d rather stay inside, within

There’s no deterring her taunting

She whips up a tempest, her war

The sounds she makes are haunting

My soul follows hers, evermore


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