Tear drops fall upon my cheek,
on a cold winters night,
turns it to ice as it leaves my face,
towards its descent to the ground,
solemn shadows echo into frame,
it was you that passed before me,
to circles of my mind,
the tomb you are cradled in,
so young, life gone before,
once it was set to begin.
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