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So the start the air a chill breath of winters icy winds

Empty the trees of their dying leaves

Fate must be tickled pink

With the sight of me holding out waiting for the love, I'm told is there

Still a fool I wait painfully as it is

A ghost haunts my waking life leaves me burdened until sleep drapes its sheltering darkness blanketing me from my waking nightmares of my stupidity.

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