Whispers in winter
The reminder of you
I've claimed my hatred
For what lead's to you
Coldest of nights
Yet, I am colder
The guilt and the misery
Still rests on my shoulder
Woke up to a new dawn
With a darker heart
You are now a memory
Veiled by the dark
See, in the summer
You will not return
So the heart will grow darker
And memories will burn
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